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SPRING GARDEN Nora V. Foote, 1912 1 

MASTERFUL MAN Dorothy Applegate, 1912 3 

THE PROSPECTOR Maryf rank Gardner, 1914 7 

CONCERNING POETS Mary Rogers, 1912 10 




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A PASSING wind blew by mj window, 
bringing with il the smell of cedars, and so 
torn bed into life long-remembered u en< -. 
1 1 began w il h plaj and led to reality. 

follow this wind wherever it blov I 
said; and closing my eyes, I passed with il into a 
grove of floweiing cedars. Green grasses stirred 
under my feel as I moved swiftly before the breeze; 

a sky spread blue above me; and endless si retches of 
yellow cedar blossoms breathed in the same warm 
sunlight I did, and bent to the same breezes. A 
spring f rag ranee filled the grove with a sweetness so 

intense it set my blood to dancing; the wish to in- 
hale all that sweetness in one deep breath pos- 
sessed me like a madness. And pulling down a low 
limb toward me, I broke off a bianch of yellow 
blossoms, brushed their warm petals against my 
cheeks, my lips, then tore them apart by handfuls, 
and let them drift, drift, thiough loose ringers like a 
yellow rain upon the gra-s. And all the while the 
pungent smell of the torn branch hung in the air, 
bringing to my consciousness a strange sense of 
realness. I thought, a dark face bent over me, and I 
heard a deep voice speak in low-toned teprcach, 
"For shame; why must you find pleasure in destroy- 
ing things so beautiful? ' 

With these words, recognition of time and place 
and scene flashed upon me. I had found my way 
back into Spring Garden again; had come into the 
very heart of its beauty, and into the presence of 
my father, as he had surprised me that day in the 

Spring Garden — the very name is inwrought with 
tender memories of that summer of 1 897 ; memories 
that begin with my father and end with my father; 
and have throughout them cedars and cool running 
waters, warm winds and moving shadows of trees 
and people. 

As I sat at my window, it was easy to follow the 
impulse of the n!nd and slip back into the self of 
those far past days; to hear lost sounds of laughter 
and cries borne back again upon the winds that 
swept through hot grasses and tree-tops of a day, 
and blew in cold at the windows, and followed down 
the long passageways of nights. I am under the im- 
pression that I was blown into Spring Garden on a 
gust of wind so fierce it night have torn me away 
altogether, had not my father's arms clasped me so 
close to him. Yet in later years, when I questioned 
my mother about it, she had smiled and said: 

" 'S our father rode with yo ■ ] ihc 

■'...• from Hop. irden. I • 

you go< d ■ If." 

I remember ihat after the wind had I- 
felt the sensations of being '.irried u; • 
more steps, and more steps; of hearing, at tf 
of motion, a voice from afar 
asleep. I think, Rosey." 'I hen of opening n. 
into a half-darkened room in which hu; 
furniture loomed up befon mi lik< _■ - in a 


I recall thai the same wind which bioughi : 
Spring Garden linked itself with all the most vivid 
things ot my life there, of scene and mood and 
thought. And sometimes it identified itsell -'range- 
ly with my lather. At those times when he came 
in late of an evening from the plantation, hi- great 
coat blown like a full sail behind him. his face and 
hair dripping with rain: and again at nights when 
with a lantern rocking at bis side, he ■!:- -.ppeared 
down the passageway and mounted the steps to his 
distant room, and behind him rushed • 
doors slamming in ever-increasing volume of sound. 
echoing and re echoing through the walls. Else how 
dare he stay alone at the top of the house like that. 
I wondered, when Nana Rosey with her daughter 
Ellen and Douglas and I slept cl< - a her in 
double rooms? Yet even then I knew from the 
hush in her voice at nights that Nana Rosey herself 
was afraid lest some old-time spirit of the place 
would overhear her and come stalking in upon us 
through the high doorway. 

"How the Bucha can sleep way off alone in this 
overgrown house is more than I can tell." she was 
always saying. "If it was for me now. I would 
shut up all those heaps of rooms and bar the doors 
and leave those parts entirely alone, i don't set 
much store nohow in places where strange folks 
uster eat and walk and sleep." 

I never dared tell Nana Rose} that the place had 
become an enchanted one to me because of those 
same people: that when the wind flapped through 
her shawl on the w indow at night I would lay awake 
for hours listening to it and thinking about them- 
that in the daytime 1 took awesome delight in sit- 
ting on all the cushioned chairs in the drawing- 
room, upon which they had once sat: in opening 
door.- that led unexpectedly into closets or shad- 
owed rooms: in pulling out drawers from the tall 


dressers and finding old fans, stuffed biids, or tassels 
which they had touched in the past. 

It was my father who first found out about them 
as he came upon me on the terrace one early morn- 
ing, when the dew still veiled the grass^ with sil- 
vered mist and hung like rain-drops upon the rose- 
lea> es. 

"I suppose they must 'a loved roses better than 
anything else," I said aloud, shaking the rose- 
bushes dry as I passed, "they have so many pink 
ones and white ones and yellow ones.'' 

"Good morning, who is they?" asked my father's 
voice just then. 

"They that used to live here before they died," 
I answered; and upon my father's questioning I 
told him about them. He looked gravely at me 
then, I remember, and said, "I fear your mother 
would think I am neglecting you sadly," and took 
my hand in his and walked with me through the 

"How would you like to go to school?" he asked 
me suddenly. "Douglas and you shall go to- 
morrow with the banana trams to Atherton." 

The next morning I went to school; and in the 
days that followed I was with my father more than 
formerly. Together we walked over the hills to the 
cocoa-fields, where I would watch the women 
spread out their cocoa-beans by the basketful for 
drying in the sun, or go down to the waterway and 
lie in the grass for hours at a time, listening to the 
sound of waters, like running music through the 
stones; or go further up the stream to watch in fas- 
cination the water which had flowed so quietly 
between its stone- walls suddenly rush over the preci- 
pice in a mad torrent of seething foam and leap out 
roaring between the spokes of the giant water- 

Thus, led by my father's guidance, I came to feel 
the spell of the outdoor world. A bird's clear note, 
moving grasses, a sweeping wind, would stir me 
with strange emotions and make me sing out in joy. 
I remember standing in a blowing wind at the slope 
of the hill one day. so happy it seemed as if I had 

stood there for all time. I never knew that Ellen 
came beside till her voice broke in on my mood, 

"How old are you? Are you seven or six? I 
know I am older than you." 

I turned on her in a passion. "I'm not six. nor 
seven. I'm a hundred; I've lived forever!" 

My father left me before the end of the summer, 
I remember, not long after the coming of his new 
cedar chest, which was made from cedars growing 
in Spring Garden, and delighted me because hi> 
room smelled so sweetly of them, and the smell of 
outdoors hung in his clothes. 

Nana Rosey met me that day with a sad face, 
when on coming home from school I asked, "Where's 

But Ellen told me: "They fetched him away in 
a wagon to the hospital at Buff Bay. He was sitting 
up against two chairs, placed upside down so; and I 
followed the wagon all the way down to the cross 
road at the foot of the hill." 

"You are to go with Swiah to see him to-mor- 
row," added Nana Rosey. 

And on the morrow Swiah drove me over the 
coast to Buff Bay. We kept high cliffs to the left 
and a sea to the right all the way till we drove into 
the town and stopped before the whitewashed hos- 
pital. My mother met me at the door and kissing 
me, took me in to mv father. Then she sent me to 
play in the yard. 

For many days following I played in that yard 
under pleasant trees, till one afternoon my mother 
led me to a strange piazza overlooking the little 
gray church across the street, and told me I should 
keep very still beside, and watch them take my 
father over to the churchyard. We neither of us 
spoke a word. I remember that I did not see my 
father because of the people that crowded into the 
yard. But a wind blowing our way brought with 
it strains of music, — the same wind, perhaps, which 
passed through Spring Garden bringing the smell 
of cedars. 

Nor ah Foote, 191 2. 



A\ \ i E .ii on i he floor in one "I the little 
( ells in i he gymna ium dre ing room, 
deal i" i he babel of Bound ari ing from 
i he "i her oc< iipants ol I he room. ' on 
trarj to her usual habit, Bhe «li<l not join in the 
fragmentary conversation. Gloom Bal upon her 
round face in bold contradiction to a general < un 
in^ upward of line and feature. So deep was hei 
trouble thai no smile rose al the sighl ol her foot, 
the toe part of its stocking hanging emptily from hei 

heel. Small as this circumstance m;iy seem, il bore 

witness to something of grave import, for Anna 
Edna Fosdick was nol ordinarily abseni minded, 
and her sense of humor was usually so keen as to be 
(he constant undoing of herself and her friends; and 
again, Anna Edna never thoughl when she could 
help it, nor was she by nature' mournful; her youth- 
ful exuberance had won her the name of "Sunny 
Bump." Something must be seriously awry. 

As she solemnly reversed the stocking, Annie 
gulped down a sob. Above the shrieks and squeals 
of casual conversation other voices rang in her ears, 
not so loud, but ten times more insistent. She saw 
herself at the breakfast table, watched an impish 
grin spread across her face. Her very words came 
back to her. 

"Say, Rod — Ethelyn is now asserting that red 
hair is odious. Only last week she was raving about 
some radiant locks I know of! 1 do hope you 
haven't — uh — uh." 

She heard for the second time Rodney's growl, 
"Aw, shut up!" and saw the angry crimson creep up 
under his freckles to meet the brick-red fuzz threat- 
ening his vision. She was childish enough to put 
her fingers in her cars, but she could not shut out 
the quick succession of taunt and retort any more 
than she could help seeing the orange light that 
filled her tight-shut eyes". 

With a gusty sigh Anna Edna opened her eyes 
and set her lingers to idly picking at the hard knot 
in the lace of her sneaker. Her reflections were of a 
doleful, wandering nature. Why must she keep 
squabbling with her brother when she idolized him 
so? She frowned at the thought of how a combined 
reference to hair and a recent coolness between him 
and the last lady of his affections must have stung 
him. She had just reached the point of trying to 
decide why Rodney couldn't stand teasing when the 
knot distracted her, and she realized that it was 
much quieter in the dressing-room. As three voices 
were still raised in animated conversation, Annie 
resolved to stay in her cell till they went out, not 
yearning to be dubbed "Doleful Dump." The 
tangle of words began to resolve itself into intelligi- 
ble remarks, and Annie followed the unravelling; 

with interest. Al thi 

an '.i^it look dl ■• before it from hei 

I hi ; pursued the tubjei i fur' 

I d,el hadn't touched Inr Vergil for th< 
and die had a ponj ri^ht inside her book; but, m> 
goodness! Mar- \gtu Lamb wouldn't i 
thing if she'd handed 'he pony in with b< 
" d you see v.hat Annie Fosdick did.'" 
"Wh-huh! >■• aish before, bul 

did then, -In- -up- did I ! 

"What'd -he do? What'd Annie do?" 
" \\ h\ , even with the pon) . of 
couldn't net tin- hang of that Greek a< ■ 

"'Course not. "sin- considers grammar bent 


"Well ,i- I w.i~ saying when ~.» rudely inter- 
rupted she leaned over to copy Am 
considering her safer as a source of information 
than Yours Truly, on the other side of her. What 
did Sunny Bump do bul calmly pick up her paper 
and hold it out to Is and wait for her t" copy it !" 

Annie added a remini-eeiit chuckle to their 
Then all that was Fosdick in her rose Up in a blush 
ol shame thai she, despiser of cheats, should 
drop. With an impatient wriggle, she indignantly 
informed herself that people expected to be over- 
heard in the dressing-room — and beside, she did 
hate Isabel Winsler so heartily! Hie turned her at- 
tention to the conversation again. 

"Well, I know why she hadn't done her Vergil. 
She's got a new suitor, and she's devoting her time 
to him." 

"She usually does have one. Worst fusser in 

"Well, this is a new one. I heard her tell Jean 
this morning that he's no tight-wad. and she expects 
to get a lot out of him. 1 le was there last night and 
two nights ago, and brought her candy. ' 
some! " 

"Oh, that's Rodnej Fosdick. He must have 
squabbled with Evelyn; she's been as glum as a 
street -cleaner all day." 

Here Annie's back stiffened suddenly. Her in- 
terest in the conversation absorbed her entirely. 

"That's right. 1 bet he didn't like it 'cause she 
has two or three boys around her all the time. He 
wants to monopolize a girl all the time." 

"Well, Is will let him do it till she gets all she 
wants out oi him. She knows she can take her pick 
any daj ." 

"1 heard her boast about how main she'd had 
since Easter! 1 think she's the limit." 

"You know she's lots of fun sometimes. What 
do you know about that! Athene's gone and 
sneaked my jumper. I'll jusi help myself to the 


clean one she's saving for the game. It's a shame 
Is is that way about men." 

"T'isn't her fault. My mother says it's a sin 
and a shame to bring a girl up the way she was." 

"Well, she's got the reputation araon^ the boys 
of being ready to flirt with anyone, any time. 

"No worse than for the boys to do it. Rodney 
Fosdick would spoon with anything!" 

"You seem to know, Ruth! It's true, though." 
'' Did you ever know a boy that wouldn't if a girl 
gave him half a chance? Come on if you're ready." 
The door squeaked and Anna Edna Fosdick was 
left alone with her anger and grief. She knew that 
what they had said was true, that Rodney was as 
dampened clay in the hands of any girl who at- 
tracted him. Then hatred of Isabel surged up, 
submerging all other thoughts. Hard lines ap- 
peared about her mouth, and her eyes were moist 
with passion. She rose suddenly, rushed to the win- 
dow, pulled herself up to the sill and dropped out 
into the sunny garden, unoccupied save by babies 
and nurse-maids. She paused to control her ex- 
pression, then sauntered around to the garden door 
of the gymnasium, whistling "There'll be a hot 
time in the old town to-night." 

Once inside the door she was hailed by indignant 
friends who had been waiting for her to begin their 
basket-ball practice. Vouchsafing no teply to their 
questions save a mocking, "Don't you wish you 
knew?" she looked around for her enemy. To her 
joy Isabel was out in center, where she herself 
played. Annie grinned slyly and walked quickly 
out to her position. As she waited for the rest to 
take their places, she sized up her opponent. Her 
eyes passed from the smooth, fair hair, marcelled 
and netted, to the visible end of her own chunky 
drab pigtail; from the spotless blouse with its 
jaunty tie to her own smutty jumper, devoid of 
even a lacing. Isabel was tall, slender, graceful. 
Annie, much shorter, broader, and very solid. The 
coach stepped up with the ball balanced on one 
hand, and Anna Edna clenched her fists, waiting 
for the whistle. Forwards and guards, baskets, all 
faded from her consciousness. The game resolved 
itself into a struggle between herself and Isabel for 
the ball, as symbolic of other things. All her stored- 
up passion was turned to energy as she jumped and, 
slapping blindly at the ball, felt the sting of the 
leather against her hand. 

She played a wonderful game, less skilful than 
Isabel's, prodigally wasteful of energy, yet abso- 
lutely successful. Whenever the ball went in center, 
Annie was there too, a second later, absolutely in- 
different as to how she got there, or what happened 
on her arrival. Some instinct, working blindly, kept 
her within the lines; she played a "clean" game, 

made no fouls, and finished the afternoon as untired 
as at the beginning, amazed at Isabel's exhaustion. 

By dinner time, however, the exhilaration had 
passed, and she was too tired to eat. Her whole 
body ached, and her nerves were raw from the ex- 
citement and passions of the day. During the meal 
she hardly spoke, answered her father's questions 
with monosyllables, and fixed on Rodney a re- 
proachful gaze from eyes which burned drily, 
though tears were not far off. Even the Monday 
night rice-pudding failed to rouse its wonted indig- 

After dinner was over, and her father had retired 
to his office, Annie hung herself carelessly over the 
stair- rail in the hall and watched her brother pro- 
duce from under his overcoat a neat white box and 
take his hat from the rack. Although she knew it 
was futile, she essayed a remonstrance. 

"Ah, Rod — you promised to show me how to 
work your wireless to-night!" 

"Sorry, kid — I have another and more important 
engagement. It cuts me to the quick to refuse 
thee, but — 'Everyday is ladies' day for me.'" 

As he burst into song, Rodney made a mincing 
bow, and swung his long legs in lively ballet step. 
His sister, aching to blame somecne for her un- 
comfortable feelings, threw precaution to the winds. 

"I know where you're going, too, and what kind 
of a girl you're going to call on!" 

She see-sawed across the bannister as she spoke. 
Rodney ceased his dance, and his eyes narrowed. 

"Why don't you say what you mean? Out with 

Anna thrust out her chin and answered prompt- 
ly: "You're going to see Isabel Winsler, and you're 
only the 'steen dozenth fellow she's dangled since 

"Pooh! Whyn't you try minding your own 
business for a change?" 

Rodney's tone, even more than his words, was in- 
sulting to the last degree. His sister felt rising 
within her the misplaced zeal of those who take up- 
on themselves the duty of imparting disagreeable 
information to others. 

" It is my business, too. Do you suppose I like'to 
hear girls say that Isabel \\ insler is getting all she 
can out of my brother? She boasts of 'her fellows,' 
and tells what they give her, and says she just likes 
them for what they bring her. That's the kind of a 
girl you're spending your money on!" 

"Jealous, aren't you," sneered Rodney. "If you 
weren't such a baby and a prude, maybe you'd get 
a fellow, too." 

"I'm not jealous of Isabel \Mnsler — I'm not!" 
Annie emphasized her denial with a nod so em- 
phatic that it nearly caused her downfall. She 
righted herself, however, angrier than before, and 


proceeded: "She's a i beal and a flirl , and hi 
in basket ball and lie to her n ol hei ' 

"( juil it I I >ry up! Vou ju t keep your to 
of] my friends, d'you undereta nd ? Just iil i 
women! You're jealous, and then you dig up .1 lot 
ol catty remarks to make. You never hear a fellow 
knock that way!" 

Slicking the box of candy aggressively under h« 
arm, Rodney laid his hand on the door-knob. 

"Oli, don't you?" mocked Annie; "Oh, don't 
yon? And how about fellows that knock their own 
sisters when they're only trying to warn them?" 

A derisive laugh from Rodney made Anna Edna 
plant herself hastily on her feet, preparatory to 
delivering her most telling shot. 

"For all you may say," she shouted at the re- 
treating back of her brother, "you know mighty 
well that not one of the boys, nor you either, has a 
mite of respect for Isabel, and that you only go to 
see her because she'll spoon with you, and make 
you think you're it!" 

The slamming of the outer door terminated her 
frenzied oration. She turned, pulled herself weari- 
ly up-stairs, till she reached the top of the (light. 
Here she sat down and wept softly, but none the less 
violently. At length, to her vexation, the tears 
would come no longer. She forced out a few sobs, 
then desisted from sheer boredom. The- thought of 
conversation appealed to her for a moment, but the 
sound of the housekeeper's voice rising and falling 
angularly as she harangued the cook, disgusted her. 
So, despite the earliness of the hour, she resolved to 
go to bed. 

Once in her room, from force of habit, she turned 
to a calendar of proverbs hanging over her desk. 
Although hating proverbs and calendars in general, 
the workings of a methodical nature led her to pro- 
testing^ tear off a leaf a day. She read over the 
one she had unearthed the evening before — "Fa- 
miliarity breeds contempt." That morning she had 
denied its truth. Now an application occurred to 
her as she remembered that, en first meeting Isabel, 
her feelings had been those of awed admiration. 
Annie grunted angrily and pulled the calendar from 
its thumb-tack, shying it under the bed. She 
undressed hastily, jerked the snarls out of her hair, 
inflicted all possible injuries upon herself during her 
rapid ablutions, murmuring over, without thinking 
them, or willing to do so, the words of the proverb. 
After she had tossed about for an endless period of 
time, she heard Rodney dome up-stairs and pause at 
her door. 

"Asleep, kid?" he whispered. Annie began to 
breathe deeply and evenly, and Rodney soon went 
on down the hall. 

Next morning, at the breakfast table, Anna Ed- 
na was all smiles. She greeted her father with her 


her brother in 

"Suppose y< u'H I 

"What'- 11 to you il ■ 
5U8pi< iously. 

Anui< smiled sweetly and answered in an 
orat< ly < areless manner: 

"Oh, nothing, onlj I ' 
going t< o. I n ighl as '■' ' II night 

Save you the tn uble ol taking her 1 

Rodney -tar. d in grea( ■ 
something of disappointment in his w< uder, that a 
hitherto mettlesome opponent should ; 
denly without apj arenl r< as a. H< 
a fatherly tone as he ansv. 

"No dill' to ne if you do. Isabel is a girl it would 
do you good to know." 

Annie pushed 1 ack her chair very suddenly and 
departed for -< hool. With characteristic energy- 
she at once began devoting her tine, sj are and 
otherwise, to the cultivating of Isabel W insler. 
By the day of the dance she was on terms of easy 
familiarity with her enemy. Then the school be- 
came conscious of the changed relations and drew 
its own conclusions. 

"Say, Anna Edna Fosdick! Thought >> 
approved of crushes — and cheats," was the way 
Kit Bent phrased public opinion. Annie smiled 
mysteriously, whereupon Kit seized her fat braid 
and stared into her face. 

"I do believe you've got a crush on her!" 

"I have not!" protested Annie, flushing angrily 
at the thought. 

"You're blushing, and that proves it! Haven't 
you done her Latin, taken her to Huyler's, carried 
her books, br< tight her fudge just like any primary? 
Haven't you?" 

Annie tore her hail In m Kit's clasp, ai 
knowing that inside five minutes everyene in 
school would know the rumor. 

It reached Isabel's ears in ike c< urse of its jour- 
neyings, but she hul already expected it. Her at- 
titude of amused t< lerance did not charge: sh» 
tinned accepting all that Annie offered, and when 
Anna Edna F< sdick started < ut to do anythii g - 
did it thou uglily. Daily she laid lur prideand her 
scruples on the altar of a simulated affection, 
shamed by the thought of the deceit she was prac- 
ticing. The culmination of her martyrdom came 
shortly before the end of the school term, she 
invited Isabel to spend a m< nth with her in their 
Lakeside bungalow. She had hoped that this last 
sacrifice might not be necessary, but Rodney still 
spent his evenings with Isabel. Annie nerved her- 
self for the test by the mental picture of her brother. 



with grateful tears in his eyes, thanking her for his 
rescue. She issued the invitation. 

Isabel accepted lazily. 

"Tell me aboul what you do," she demanded. 

" It's great," answered Annie, eager to. talk on a 
subject about which she could truthfully be enthu- 
siastic. "It's miles from anywhere. There is one 
bungalow near ours, and we've always known the 
people, a lad\ and her son. They're all we see much 
of, though there's a hotel across the lake where we 
go for dances. We have a motor boat and canoes, 
and we lish and swim and ride horseback, and shoot. 
Can you swim? " 

"Some. Is the neighbor lady nice?" 

"Mrs. Watchey. — Oh yes! She'd be nicer if she 
didn't rave about Bruce all the time. She just wor- 
ships him." 

" Is Bruce her son? Is he young?" 

"He's her only doty. She bores people to death 
with her stories of him. Thinks he's going to have 
his pick of everything — girls included." 

"Is he attractive?" 

"She thinks so. She's always telling what a dar- 
ling baby he was." 

"He's a little boy, then." 

"No — he's old — twenty-two, I guess, and very 


"If you like lanky people, with long hair. He 
tags us everywhere. You'll see enough of him all 
right. He bores me to tears. Says I attract him im- 
mensely — more'n he does me. According to Bruce 
Watchey, he has an artistic disposition, but Dad 
says he never noticed anything artistic about 
Bruce but his disposition. Can't swim much or 
ride, and hates to bait hooks — bum shot. He writes 
poetry to any girl that'll talk to him five minutes." 
Has he ever written any to you?" Isabel lan- 
guidly placed an arm over Annie's shoulders. The 
younger girl edged away. 

"Me? Sure! Last summer. You could have 
knocked me over with a brick when I got it. Dad 
would be mad if he knew it. I just burnt it up, it 
was such trash. Rodney hates him." 

The bell rang for class, and Isabel sauntered off. 
After that, whenever she could, she led the con- 
m rsation to Bruce Watchey, till by the end of the 
term she had quite a complete mental picture of 
him. Perhaps it was the charm lent by the element 
of suspense, perhaps it was because, when the visit 
actually occurred, Bruce paid no attention to her, 
that Isabel came to interest herself in the lazy, non- 
chalant youth. It is certain that he was surprisingly 
attentive to Annie, considering the seven years' 
difference between their ages. As for Annie, she 
cheerfully accented Bruce's company as a necessary 
evil, devoting her energies to keeping Isabel and 

Rodney constantly together. Whatever the rela- 
tion of cause and effect, Isabel began to tire of her 
easy victory and long for a change. Bruce's content 
in the companionship of Annie piqued her, and, ever 
attracted by that which she had not, she set out to 
win him. 

She seized the first opportunity in a masterful 
fashion. They were riding together, the four of 
them, walking their horses sedately as if they had 
been in a city park. Finally, Annie could stand it 
no longer. She gave her restive mare the rein. 

"Can't catch me," she shouted back, "you red- 
faced Injun chief." With a whoop Rodney tore after 
her, leaving Isabel and Bruce to continue their 
stately promenade. Miss Winsler smiled and 
glanced at her companion out of the corners of her 
narrowed eyes. 

"Aren't they children? It is good to see them 
enjoy themselves so thoroughly. I, too, once liked 
to race and tear around, but now — " Here Isabel 
placed a hand on the left side of her broad patent- 
leather belt. Bruce looked sympathetic, but not 
particularly interested. She tried again. 

"We older people understand that the true worth 
of life is not in a noisy enjoyment, do we not, Mr. 
Watchey? I have noticed that you are as one 

The smug smile which spread over Bruce's face 
announced victory. After that it was easy. Isabel 
could outmaneuver Annie as Cleopatra could 
Octavia. She managed to keep both Bruce and 
Rodney at hei side. After Annie had noticed her 
brother's growing disgust at finding himself a third 
party, she let things take their course. Her reward 
of patience was not long in coming. 

Awakened one morning by a rain of pebbles on 
the floor, she scrambled out of bed and, going to the 
window, saw Rodney down below, dressed for an 

"Say, kid — come on and go fishing. I've found 
the grandest trout hole!" 

"Shall I wake Isabel?" queried Annie innocently. 
She chuckled at Rodney's violent negative. Once 
out of doors she tested him further. 

" I think we ought to take Is. It's mean to leave 
her asleep." 

"Aw, she'll sleep till noon, and then Bruce will be 
tlure to fool with her. She'd scare the fish with 
that plaid rig of hers." 

Anna Edna's joy was complete. The happiness of 
that morning repaid her for all she had endured 
during Isabel's visit. She did not mention her 
guest's name, however, nor did Rodney. They 
spoke rarely, but, as they splashed along in silence, 
the shared enjoyment of the cool of the watei, and 
the brightness of the morning, the zest of sport, re- 
established between them the comradeship which 


had been almo il de I roj ed. F inallj . 
troutles , Inn happy, the) i rami in I home for lum h. 
No one was visible in the bungalow. Anna Edna 

uvni up stairs to wa ha waj tl 'I he had < "I 

lected. As Bhe splashed joyously, jhe heard a cei 
lain slow, sweet voire rising from the porch. She 
grinned, polished hei fac< ha tily, and descended 
li\ way of the banisters. To her surprise Rodnej 

was alone on the piazza, while Isabel was headed 

for i he Watcheys 1 col tage. 

"Where's she going?" she inquired blankly. 

"To Watchey's for lunch. Yon may be inten sted 
to hear thai she ami Bruce are engaged." Rodney's 

lone was one of disinterested disgust. 

"Well, I'll he Mowed! Honest? You're kidding!" 

"Nope. She just told me. She's tried for him 

hard enough. Thai girl's the worsi flirt! (dad I 

saw through her in the bcginnii hadn't 

asked her up here, thouj i 

( oulrl In so i razj about her 

and proi ecd< tl I 

give a lot to gel lia< k." 1^ went on with 
"I'm glad of it, though. 1 didn't like 

round with Bru< e BO min h. I i rt foi 

"I i an'l bear him. I only" 

Rodnej smiled in a superior 

" li didn't look like it '. Bui of CO 
so. That- jus) like you women! 

In her amazement, Anna Edna murmured. 

"If that's not jus) like you men!" 

I I'ik'rim Q. Ai> ; ,12. 


A man bent over a camp-fire across which a 
blackened, battered coffee-pot hung on 
a sagging wire; he was frying bacon on 
a ragged slab cut from the side of a five- 
gallon oil-can. When the thick, streaked pieces 
were done to his satisfaction, he transferred them 
to a tin plate, and tiptoed awkwardly to the door of 
the tent. He peered in near-sightedly, for the 
bright August sunshine made the interior seem 

"Katie, eat somethin', you're all wore out. I'll 

"No, Tim, I ain't hungry." 

"Please, Katie." 

"No, Tim." 

With the same clumsy attempt at quiet, the man 
set the dish on a dry-goods box, and stepped to his 
wife's side. 

"You eat," she suggested, but he shook his head 
in disappointed silence, as he stared at the graj 
film of grease slowly forming over the rejected bacon. 

"Teats like 1 can't do much for either of you," 
he said dejectedly. "Katie, ain't she a little mite 

The child in t hi' coiner stirred, and the woman 
flew toward the pallet, murmuring: 

"Yes, honey, mammy's baby, mammy'll fan her 
ami make her cool." She snatched up a gray wing. 
and passed it back and forth very gently over the 

"I'm so glad you killed that hawk; these wings 
are the only thing we have to fan her with. Oh, 
Tim, she's so sick, and it's so hot, I'm afraid she ain't 
got the strength to fight with when the crisis does 

come, and I'm afeard — ." It was a long speech for 
her, and she ended breathlessly. 

"Will it be to-night?" he asked in an awestruck 


"Yes, this i- the sixteenth day." 

The woman knelt on one side of the pallet and the 
man on the other: between them tossed ;'. 
child, a pitifully wasted bit of bone and dry. 
skin, which the fever, tor all the world like a real fire, 
seemed to burn and sear a little darker every day. 
So through the long, still afternoon they waited and 
watched hope come and go and come again. Drops 
of sweat rolled down the man's sunburned skin, 
and fell on his dingy overalls; he wiped it away with 
his blue, cotton sleeve. The strain was tell.: g 
tin figure across from him: his wife's sunken mouth 
was twitching nervously and two tears — he hadn 't 
seen her crj for years — gathered under her eyelids. 

"Don't, Katie." he spoke hesitatingly, "don't 
cry. It ain't so bad. Maybe when Minn;, g - 
well we'll prospect around Jerome in the Black Hills. 
I ain't been in that country for nigh on to ten years, 

He had said the wrong thing in his clumsy en- 
deavor to help: he felt it dimtj as he watched his 
wife's lace grow dull gray. It looked like a dead 
face. Her lips moved unsteadily, but she didn't 
speak. He knew that when she did. she would say 
many things, and he shivered a little. Slowly. 
monotonously and very softly, lest she disturb the 
little girl, she began, and in a dazed kind of way. he 

"Jim. I'm plumb sick of it all. 1 ain't going 
prospect no more: 1 want to live in camp. There 



I could do cookin' or take in washin' to earn some 
honest silver. I tell you I'm sick of this evcrlastin' 
hunt for gold that we never find. I don't believe 
i here is any. They say folks is powerful poor in big 
cities, but they're poor 'cause they have a lot of 
\v< »ri hless truck they don't need and can't use; they 
ain't poor with nothingness like us; they at least 
have people around 'cm. Look at us, out here in 
these mountains, shut off from everything and every- 
body, nothin' to hear but quails a hollerin' every 
night, 'till they most drive you crazy like, nothing 
to see but hills, hills, hills, that shut you away from 
everything you ever wanted in your life; they even 
bar me out from the six little graves I oughter see 
once in a while. Look at this tent, — a dry-goods 
box with some bacon and dirty tin cups on it; here's 
my baby on a mattress of mule blankets and gunny 
sacks with the only white petticoat I ever had cut 
up to make her a sheet. Some women hate cards 
and soma a whiskey-bottle, but I hate a pick and 
shovel worse than anything in the world. They'll 
never mean anything to me but joltin' for hours 
over hills with rocks like fangs, and pitchin' a tent 
night after night in scrub-oak bushes. If we were in 
camp, Minnie could have a doctor and maybe she 
wouldn't die; she's a-goin' to die, my baby, and it's 
all your fault, just as it's always been — your fault." 
"But, Kalis, you ain't a-meanin — " 
"Don't but Katie me, take your — What is it, 
mammy's baby want some water?" Her voice 
changed in an instant, and she was almost crooning 
the words as she bent ovei the child who had stirred. 
Tim's hands wera clasping and unclasping and his 
bent shoulders heaved under the sting of her words. 
They were so just, yet so un'ust. What she said 
was true, yet it wasn't that way at all. His throat 
seemed to be closing; he must get away. Minnie 
was dying, and he couldn't bear to see her; he must 
go away. 

He wandered from one mountain side to another, 
vaguely, aimlessly, whispering over and over again: 
"It ain't that way no how. I been a tryin' all my 
life to strike a claim that'ud give her and the kids 
what they deserved, and what I wanted 'em to have, 
and now Minnie's goin' to die; we ain't got no more. 
She's goin' to die. Come, Minnie, come to pappy, 
see what he's brought his baby from Prescott." 
Why was he talking like that? Minnie was a little 
girl, not a baby; it was seven years ago come Christ- 
mas that he had brought her the doll from Prescott. 
Minnie was g >ing to die, and Kate had gone back on 
him, Katie, who had understood for twenty years, 
had said — Tears came to save the poor, pain-numbed 
mind. They blinded his eyes until, tripping over a 
root, he fell face downward upon the ground and 
wept wi'h great sobs that shook his whole body. 
At last, filled with that nameless, indescribable shame 

that comes to a man who has wept the first time 
since his childhood, he rose and attacked the rocks 
over which he had fallen. For hours' he dug, swing- 
ing blow upon blow, breaking the stubborn soil 
and shoveling it out of an ever-widening hole. The 
accustomed labor soothed him, though things failed 
to adjust themselves. Twenty years of prospecting 
and he was poorer than when he had followed, as 
a boy, the lure of the Santa Fe Trail. Why had 
other fellows struck it rich no more than a few yards 
from where he had prospected, worthless, Eastern 
tenderfeet, who had no respect for a prospector, who 
ruined the big, beautiful God's Country with their 
unscrupulous dealing and lying, wild-cat schemes. 
Yet they had made their piles and he was poor. 
Then, there was Jim — Jim with whom he had worked, 
eaten and slept in these same hills too, for six long 
years, Jim, his partner, who had done him dirt in 
the end, and jumped the only good claim he ever 
had. What was the use of being square anyway? 
He always had been square and Katie had been so 
proud of it all, but there really wasn't any use of 
being. His pick had been hitting rock for the best 
part of an hour; the very blows themselves seemed to 
say "Nothing left but the grub stake. You're a 
broken-down prospector with the grub-stake ahead 
of you." Suddenly he dived into the hole and pulled 
out some bits of stone from one side; he looked at 
them a long time and at last let them fall like hot 
coals from his fingers. Down on his knees, he 
groveled in the loosened dirt and by the light of a 
miner's candle, which flickered in his trembling hand, 
he was able to see the out-cropping of a ledge over 
which he had stumbled, and there plainly discerni- 
ble in the moonlight even, there, lying on the ground 
to be had for the asking, was the gold for which he 
had waited so long. If he could tell like that at 
night, what must it be in the daytime? It had come 
at last; he had struck it rich. The knowledge fairly 
swept him off his feet; he buried his hands in the 
rocky hillside, clinging to the stones with his fingers, 
and half sobbing. 

" I'm so glad, so glad I ain't on a grub-stake. Its 
mine, all mine and Katie's." Then, partly because 
he was tired from overstrained nerves and over- 
worked muscles and partly because the rough, old 
earth was very warm and big and soothing, his 
dazed mind grew quieter, and he slept. 

Tim started up. "Minnie baby, did you want 
pappy?" It was dawn; everywhere quail were call- 
ing; a chill dawn-wind made him shiver. He loooked 
blankly at the ground, the hole, and then he re- 
membered. He must hurry, run across the hills 
to tell Katie. As he looked around to get his bear- 
ings, he saw, not ten yards away from him, a rough 
pile of stones and he cried out aloud: 

"Oh, God, oh, God! Are you punishin' me? I 


don't deserve it. I've always lived square. Oh, 

( ,<>d, don't lei me be i rooked now ." 

I in i for all the anguish in hi en the fad remained. 
There was the monumenl oi ton< . bearing in its 

<ciiicr a lin can containing the name of a man 

gome oilier man, an Kasterner ma ybe, who had fol- 
lowed Western CUStOmS, and a date a dale. 'I here 

was a straw of hope ai which he grasped. A few 

kicks senl the stones tumbling, and the can was in 
his hand; he pulled OUl the paper and read. A year 
ago, only a year ago it had been put there. He even 
knew the man, a representative of some big company 
backed by Eastern capital. And now his gold was 
theirs, — theirs by the inevitable law of the mining 
camp; theirs, because they had prospected the 
ground before him, had seen the ledge, recognized 
its promise, but in all probability not its true value, 
and had built their monument to show thay had 
been there. For two years, according to the blue- 
law of the "prospector's code," ground and ledge 
were theirs, and not only for two years, but for a 
thousand times two years, if they came back so often 
to renew their claim. The tortured soul of the man 
looked through his eyes as he made his last endeavor 
to be square. 

"I ain't never been crooked yet, but it ain't fair, 
it ain't fair. I deserve it and I'm a goin' to have it." 
Slowly, yet with great resolution, he scattered every 
stone of the monument. For some reason that he 
didn't understand himself, he couldn't make his 
fingers tear the paper. Instead, he jammed it deeper 
into the can and threw it as far as he could into the 
grease wood and oakbrush of the canyon below. 

He turned his face toward the bright East. "I'll 
go tell Kate I've struck it rich," he thought. "She'll 
be glad, so glad, for she can live in town, and Minnie 
can go to school." — Minnie — why Minnie was dying, 
his baby, and Katie had said it was his fault, and 

told him to go. How < ould be 
Minnie better than bit life, than anything 
better than hi- gold that be had just found, and 
Minnie, little brown Minnie might be dead w\ 
returned. A cold damp: 

his whole bod) ; he broke- into a run, following in- 
stinctively the rail over which he had come trw- 

night before; hi 

they were eating up the milt 

he could see, at last, the dirty, whil of the 

tent. He -topped, 1. ind he 

staggered a little. Minnie was dead; he kr. 
and if was his fault. He couldn't k"» on. A figure 
came to the torn place in the canvas, a sha; 
straight up-and-down figure in a gray calico wrapper] 
it seemed to be looking for something. 
he could move. It saw him and beckoned. Some- 
thing snapped; he ran forward gulping at th< 
ness in his throat. 

"Oh, Timmie, Timmie," his wife rushed toward 
him, "she's better; she's a-goin' to git well." Awk- 
wardly, he put his arms around her. She laid her 
check against his. 

"Kin I see her?" he whispered. 

"No, Timmie, best not, she's asleep." 

With the same awkward tenderness, he held the 
calico wrapper close in his arms for an instant, then 
turned away and walked rapidly back over the 
trail he had so recently followed. He stepped 
forward bravely; there was almost youth in his face, 
and the "prospector stoop" seemed to have disap- 
peared, for he held his head high. 

It was no longer dawn, but morning. When the 
August sun slanted across the last of the hills, it 
fell upon the bent back of a man. searching patiently 
through the endless scrub-oak brush for a rusted 
tomato can. 

James Maryfrank Gardner, 1014. 




5, | ■,, ; ,, grassj open dell in a forest some dis 
tance from Athens, a rude stone altar overgrown 
with vines in tin- center. 

i haracters: Critias, Xanthippus, son of Per- 
il les, Paralus, brother to Xanthippus. 

Paralus. Let us rest here iii iliis pleasanl -i" 1 ' 
until the sun hath driven pasl the highest heaven. 
There is naughl gained bj pushing on in the heat, 
for Delphi is main- a days' journey to the north, and 
our strength will be saved by timely rest. 

X VNTHlPPl s. Thou lazy one! and if we rest here 
with tine, what shall be our reward? 

P. My comradeship, brother, and fair discourse. 
What says Critias? 

C. That he prefers sleep to that same fair dis- 
course unless he himself be the talker, which is then 
another song. 

X. See what thou hast brought upon us, O 
wretched Paralus! At least, I claim that soft moss 
bank whereon at ease to regret my good nature. 

P. Critias, we are as thou seest, all eagerness 
for thy discourse. What shall it be? 

C. There seems but one who is eager, my friend. 
For my subject — I speak on all matters at all times 
and equally ill in all. 

P. Critias, thou art but — 

X. Pardon me, my brother, but I do desire to 
ask one question ere this learned discourse begin. 
Hast thou, Critias, heard of that new outburst of 
thy kinsman Plato against our poets? 

C. Assuredly, Xanthippus, and what is thy 
quarrel with that criticism? Is it possible that thou 
dost not consider the poets as infamous and untrue 
men who should, by all means, be driven from our 
city that our minds may be protected from evil 

P. What, Homer and Hesiod? Plato did not 
truly say aught against those immortals, did he? 
I heard angry comment on Plato, as I remember, 
on leaving the grove, but I took no heed, thinking 
only it was some hot dispute on his dream city. 

C. I fear he has dared to breathe a criticism of 
those immortal poets whom you would like to place 
in your worship before the gods themselves. But 
come, what think you, Xanthippus, of this same 
monstrous proceeding? 

X. I have not heard the full opinion of Plato on 
this matter, but 1 believe he says that poets have an 
r\ il effecl on men because they rouse their emotions. 
Is that not true? 

('. It is. lint first, Xanthippus, let us be fair 
even unto this ruler of evil. What says Plato of the 
aim of the poet? 

X. Indeed, 1 have not heard. 

C. Paralus, listen thou and see what is said of 
iln beloved poets. See this flower which 1 hold 
above m\ shield SO? Within the shield thou canst 

see another flower, the imitation of this one which 

I hold in my hand. Tell me, which isthe true flower? 

P. That in thy hand, most certainly. 

C. True. Then this must be a false flower in the 

shield, for when I move my hand — so — it disappears. 

P. Yes. It is false. 

C. Thy poet, like the shield, shows false in 
for he only mirrors the events of life and does not 
give life itself. 

X. Yes, but if he give a true picture of life, even 
as that image is a true picture of the flower, is he 
then false? 

C. Let me ask thee one more question, Xanthip- 
pus. If I held this flower above a still pool of water, 
it would be mirrored therein, would it not? 
X. Most certainly. 

C. But if you look at the Hower in the shield 
and at the flower in the water, they are different, are 
they not? 

X. They are, Critias. 

C. But they are imitations of this one flower; 
which is then the true imitation? 

X. Is thy meaning then, that the character of 
the thing which imitates changes the nature of the 

P. And the poets may show the same things in 
life in different ways, some better, some worse, so 
that we know not which is the true idea. Is that 
then thy meaning? 

C. It is. We agreed that anything that is not 
real is false. 

X. Is that all that Plato says against the poets, 

C. He tells us, as thou thyself couldst guess, 
that when the poet tells us of emotion we experience 
that emotion and thrill with it. 

P. Is that bad, Critias? Methinks it broadens 
our sympathies and our knowledge. 

C. One moment, Paralus. Thou wilt agree that 
when one goes forth to war he feels the noble joy of 
serving Athens and experiences an uplifting emotion 
which shows itself in his fire and ardor in battle? 
P. I certainly agree, and in Homer we may- 
experience that same thrill. 

C. That is just my point. What do you do when 
this noble emotion is aroused? Do you go forth to 
encounter great dangers for the state? Xo. Even 
thou must admit that he sits and dreams and plans 
great deeds until the passion has wasted itself and 
another is aroused. Dost thou consider that a noble 

X. Then it leads men to waste their feeling on 
past deeds and leaves them bare of sensation for the 

P. I fear thou art right, but it deeply grieves me 
to think ill of Homer. I must consider longer how 
this may be true. Mary Rogers, 1012. 

'I II I. W Kl. I.KSI. E Y COL L EG E N E WS . 


Ti I E dreamer \ enl ures into all r< gions ol 
i hough I and feeling; he can be a 
into realms unknown to the man of 
action. His world is larger a golden 
kingdom of I he mind. The contemplative type ol 
mind, aloof from the struggles of the hour, po i 
ing a rich inheritance from pas! ages, judges present 
day events in the li^ht of history conceived of, nol 
in its fragmentary character, luit in its completion. 
This sense ol life as a whole, ol principles and laws 
underlying all development, gives the dreamer a 
true measure to judge events in their real signifi 
cance. He sees the great things greal and the small 
I hings small. 

The qualities of mind that an active life devel- 
ops, initiative, quick decision, self-reliance, and 
sound judgment of men and of affairs, all refer to 
questions of the moment. They are not powers to 
enable one to pass naturally from the narrow to-day 
into the limitless past and future. Action lays em- 
phasis on the things that are happening here and 
now, and tends to make one conceive of life on 

death whii h the n. 

lot I,, . i\ . mind ,v ing 

in eternity. I hi- world and th< 

equally real, and both one J art-. hoWi 

ent, oi one whole. This conviction determin< 
dreamer's entin cast of mind, his sense of va 

proportion, and directs hi- aspirations toward- the 
common goal of all contemplative spirit! 
ion of realit} behind realities. Remember Hon Ver- 
gil, representing in The Divine Corned) 
guidance that human wisdom and philosoph 
:<i\ e t he -mil. ha- to leave I ante on t! ■ 
Paradise where Beatrice, who ha- become thi 
bol of Divine ' ontemplation, lead- him higher to 
the vision of Eternal Truth and Light. Thi 
contemplation we behold the truth and find 
On the White Rose of Paradise Paradia XXXI 
we find the greal dreamers, th< great 
such as Bernard of Clairvaux, and in l< 
of brightness, farther removed from the I uht •■! 
God, the men of action, th< statesmen, w - 

earth as sharply cut off, distinct from the life after and ruler-. 




"The BOOK OF Woman's POWER," with an in- 
troduction by Ida Tarbell. Published by Mac- 
millan Company, New York, 1911. Price, $.25 net. 

"The Book of Woman's Power" presents afresh 
the problems which beset the twentieth-century 
woman either in theory or practice. It treats in a 
naive method various phases of the situation which 
are to-day arousing interest and stimulating in- 

The book aims at proving that "woman's position 
in society is not now and never has been as inferior 
compared with man's, as the suffragists affirm." 
The author has been stimulated to write such a 
book because "suffragists have directly, or by im- 
plication, belittled woman's function and position," 
in order to vivify and idealize their picture of the 
''higher, nobler place the ballot would give her." 
Upheld with the "grave need of lifting the suffrage 
debate from the narrow lines it has followed . 
and centering it about a woman more nearly typical 
than the melancholy figure which so far has served 
it," the compiler has searched through literature of 
past and present, from Tacitus to Jane Addams and 
Gilbert Chesterton, converting each contribution 
into proof of what woman's position should be 
ideally, in how far it now falls short, and why. 

The treatment is thorough and broad in scope, 
exhaustive in that it investigates completely this 
one phase of the problem. The compiler has given 
slight interpretation, but has arraigned before the 
reader cogent opinions of thinkers of various 
spheres. The carefulness of selection and the in- 
sistence upon the main purpose have minimized 
the fragmentary effect of excerpts. The reader is 
impressed with the lack of waste material and logical 
clearness which gives practical value. There is 
freedom from sentimental commonplaces of ar- 
gument. Authorities quoted are those who have the 
matter well in hand. There is no pause for refuta- 
li hi. which narrows the limitations of the book and 
.11 the same lime causes the argument to progress 
with unimpeded vigor. 

First the compiler .proves that "the hope of our 
future civilization lies in the development in equal 
freedom of both masculine and feminine element" 

in life — not from a blurring of their distinctive 
characteristics, but from a union of recognized 
differences in harmony. This is substantiated 
biologically and socially. 

Next, as Miss Ida Tarbell says in her introduction, 
woman is given the fine historical perspective which 
is her right. We see her not "a sorry, neglected 
figure, the puppet and handmaid of man, but a 
figure of force and light as high as that of her na- 
tion and her time." The powerful influence of 
Greek and Roman women is recalled, the high po- 
sition of the Teutonic woman as presented by 
Tacitus, the force exerted by women of the convent 
and of the salon. Lafcadio Hearn pictures the 
Japanese woman and Edmund Burke portrays the 
high ideal of an English statesman of his day. 

Then comes a sketch of women in industry from 
the days of primitive division of labor to the com- 
plicated latter-day conditions. The author believes 
that woman is struggling for a place in labor where 
she is economically handicapped, instead of de- 
voting herself to her proper field of control over the 
"agencies of consumption^ their utility and effi- 
ciency, and the conservation of the ideals and 
higher energies of the race." There are, of course, 
evils of indiscriminate competition, but the ballot 
is not a panacea for such grievances. Herbert 
Spencer, John Stuart Mill, Richard Ely, Otis 
Mason, Olive Schreiner, Jane Addams, are among 
those upholding this view. 

Next, considering women in government, history 
proves that woman rulers have not been success- 
ful. There are dangers in the modern woman 
politician. The government should develop the 
social and public capacity of men and women. 

The political value of the family cannot be over- 
estimated. The family is the social unit for which 
the state exists; the modern tendency towards its 
disintegration is false. "Out of man's protection 
of the family and woman's care of the family have 
grown all government, all arts and sciences." 
Moreover the family is the training-school for 
larger social life. Disintegration of such a basic 
institution can only be prevented by emphasis on the 
interdependence of the sexes rather than their 



equality; in their heterogeneitii and correlation 

ral hei I nan I heir idenl ii ie 1 01 imilai ii i' 

I In m,ii in .1 <|i in',' ral i- v."- ei nm< nl hould 
i ' pi' <m the family, and women ihould be included 
In i In n |n< ientation. Vmiel, Vl< i de I •>< que 
villc, George Santayana frami foi u the aim and 

met hods of a i rue demoi rai y. 

Modern woman Bhould enforce her power through 
the itrength ol free influence, which is unlimited. 
sin- should give her unhampered and devoted in- 
i civs i toward thi inculcation ol loftiei political and 
industrial principles, the formation ol a type of 
character more fit to embody 3uch principles. 
This < rying need for I he educal ion of public opinion 
■ .in be mel in the home, where there is si rcngth and 
i ertain effei I ol influence, however narrow the lim- 
its. Moreover, am party affiliation involved in 
suffragi would impede the disinterested work for 
the state which women of to-day can do, untram- 
meled by political obligations. John Ruskin, Mark 
I lamia, Mrs. Lyman Abbott are among those 

Finally ," The Book of Woman's Power" strikes 
hi he vital question, at the basis of the whole prob- 
lem, the present social unrest, discontent, its causes 
and remedies. 

Women are reminded that they "have much real 
power in their hands, and that by grasping at the 
parliamentary franchise they would find that in 
reaching out toward the shadow they had lost the 
substance." Why they think the shadow worth 
reaching for and what the substance is that is in 
danger of being lost, are carefully considered. 
The wrong kind of education is responsible for much 
unrest. The gaining of knowledge and the forma- 
tion of character are not properly correlated now. 
The pendulum has swung too far in the direction of 
woman's freedom in choice of work. The author 
suggests practical and homely correctives, and pre- 
sents a challenge in the form of Nietsche's charge 
that "through bad female cooks — through entire 
lack of reason in the kitchen — the development of 
mankind has been longest retarded and most in- 
terfered with!" 

So, if you believe in suffrage, read the book and 
see if you can refute its leisurely and calm disproof 
of your tenet, il you can oppose a larger list of views 
more sanely fair. II" you do not believe in suffrage, 
seek lure clear and up-to-date opinions of thought- 
ful men and women, which will fortify your posi- 
tion and make you independent of antiquated, sen- 
timental arguments. In either case, you will be- 
come thoroughly informed upon a subject about 
which there is much superficial information, and 
will profit by the breadth of grasp, the clearness of 


millan ' omp.ur. 1911. Pi 

" N ou'll help, I know ■' I heard bin 
I'll do b 

I he big jol 
A big theme, tin- !. / 
her n< v. novel, a theme thai handle! veil 

through the ver vitality of her belief in it. In the 

plaia. prai ti< al words of < allio; im- 

plj this, I hat .our job and oui 

world read;, for th( folks I 

make the folk- thai come fir to live in that : 

world." And in Miss ' ■ 

cialK the share thai women, the "motl q," 

have in the world'- "big job." The Strong, >, 

sureness in hi . ne 

book — that 9ureness thai the end of striving i- in- 
finitely worth while, the faith in men and in the 
ways ol God that i- ever in the soul atune to the 
eternal "Song of Believing." 

So much for the theme The an of tl 
perhaps, open to criticism. Purpose and \»>\m of 
view are the sole element- of unity. Two distinct 
stories with but slight objective connection rct*at- 
edly interrupt each other, and even in the <.n<\ are in 
no real sense united. For a hundred pages at a 
time we completely lose sight of the pror _ 
the main plot, (allio],, Marsh, a plain-spoken. 
intuitive spinster lady with an insight into the 
heart of things, is the oik- strong link between the 
two plots. Through her eyes and in her own quaint 
words the narration of the two stories becomi - 
To this slender thread of unity i- added the more 
fundamental one of theme and purpose. Of the 
two stories, one tell- us how Friendship Village 
caught the enthusiasm for "the big job," the other, 
how Insley and Robin Sydney together found the 
inspiration of true striving for the same end. 

The story of the Friendship Married Ladies' 
Cemetery Improvement Sodality ami the aston- 
ishingly original methods of their work for civic 
improvement is full of humor and realism. Friend- 
ship Village lives for us full oi real living people, 
aglow with broad and loving human sympathy. 
The charm oi the village and the friendship we feel 
lor Kppkbv 1 lolcomb. Mrs. Toplady, and all the 
village folk, quite wins our forgiveness for their 
undeniable interruption of the real story. Against 
this background of realism, the imperious idealism 
ot lnslcy and Robin weaves the true romance oi the 
novel. Into her hero and heroine Miss Gale has 
breathed all her own idealism — freshness, tire. 
force, gentleness, the love that abounds, the faith 
that transcends. In these two and in Chris, the ir- 
resistibly winsome child, personality creates for the 



reader charm and atmosphere and an eager friend- 

Miss < .ale's new novel may lack many of the qual- 
ities that insure permanent literary value. Vet to- 
day it has its place to give pure pleasure for the mo- 
ment and inspiration for the days that come after, 
(harm and swift freshness of phrasing, quaint, il- 
luminating thought for the hour, at least, makes one 
oblivious to the absence of true literary style. The 
eager, earnest, throbbing purpose, the power of per- 
sonality carries us beyond and above any short- 
comings in the unities of the art of fiction. The 
gentle winsomeness of it all takes away all didactic 
unpleasantness in the insistent moral note. It is a 
book essentially of and for to-day. To-day it lives; 
to-day it charms; to-day it brings its message of 
living and doing. And while it lives, one feels in it, 
with all its strength and aspiration, the quietness of 
the gently falling rain. 

"The Ladies' Battle," by Molly Elliot Seawell. 
The Macmillan Company, 191 1. Price, $1.00 net. 

"To those of my countrywomen who think for 
themselves this little book is dedicated." That 
there are American women who, with serious 
thought and sound logic, have taken a stand in the 
ranks of anti-suffrage, this book presupposes. Miss 
Seawell herself has thought clearly and to some 
purpose. Her arguments are, in the main, sound 
and presented with clearness and logic, with an oc- 
casional hash of humor that adds spice and inter- 
est to the reading. That "there are two basic prin- 
ciples against woman suffrage" is her chief thesis. 
These two principles of government are: (1) No 
electorate ever existed or ever can exist which can- 

not execute its own laws; (2) No voter ever has 
claimed or ever can claim maintenance from an- 
other voter. Both the suffragists and the "anti r s," 
and most especially those of the indifferent who say. 
"I haven't thought about it much," will find it 
profitable to consider how Miss Seawell upholds 
those two issues. 

"The Burden of Christopher," by Florence 

Converse, published by Houghton, Mifflin Co., 
Boston, 191 1. 

It is not always necessary to sit down with a bored 
feeling of pious resignation and wade through pages 
upon pages of argumentative and expositors' ma- 
terial in order to acquire the information upon social 
conditions which is justly expected of the intelli- 
gent college girl. On the Social Study shelves is a 
novel as delightful as any published in a long 
time, wherein the problems of the co-operative 
factory system and union labor are presented in 
such an entertaining manner and yet so clearly and 
forcibly that the reader, no matter how indifferent 
has been her former attitude towards social ques- 
tions, cannot help but respond with sympathetic 
interest to the social situation there set forth. 
It is "The Burden of' Christopher," by Miss 
Florence Converse — a novel which carries you 
away in enthusiasm for the success of Christopher 
Kenyon's model shoe shop, and makes you fairly 
"boil'' with wrath against Peter Watson and his 
slavish treatment of his employees — a novel with 
such a high ethical theme as to inspire the reader 
with an earnest desire to study what methods of 
social reform may best be adopted by a Christian 

T H E W E L L E S l ( E V C L L E ( ', E N E W S . 




I he Alumnae Editor is kind enough to ask me to 
send a word of greeting to .ill mj Wellesley friends 
.ii Christmas time. Indeed 1 am glad to do it, and 
send wishes for health and happiness, for life and 

work. 'This last may seem a curious wish to send, 

Inn ii comes from a pen thai is idle, and lias been 
busy, and a life thai has known the joy ol efforl 
H hieh now must rest awhile. 

Perhaps you will like to know what I am doing 
with myself. After nine months in Santa Bar- 
bara I have come home to Peace Dale, in Rhode 
Island, and built myself a house on land thai came 
to me from my father, whose first deed to a main 
times great-grandfather is dated [69b. There, in 
the shadow of the trees of Oakwoods, where I was 
born, stands the Scallop Shell. As you enter, to 
the right is a little reception room hung with the 
Chinese curtains I had at Wellesley, and behind it 
the study, twice as big as the \Vellesle3 study, but 
so like ii thai I hope ever} one ol ihc more than two 
thousand students who have been in the Wellesley 
house at Senior parties would feel at home in it. Ii 
is to these two thousand students, my own girls, 
thai I want to send a special line of greeting, and 1 
want to remind i hem thai if they received their 
diplomas from my hand, all of them, since moo to 
1.910, received them also from the hand iA our new 
President, who, as Dean, handed the parchment to 
me. There never was a more loyal co-worker, and I 
rejoice with you that she has entered into the fruits 
of her labors. 

And to all my friends of the Faculty I send a 
special word ol greeting. We have had some very 
good times together, working tor the college, which 
has room lor very diverse kinds of service, ami is 
great enough to assimilate all. Long may it flour- 
ish! May students and Faculty together make 
every Christmas the most joyful, even year the 
best ! Caroline Hazard. 

The Scallop Shell, Peace Pale. R. 1. 

I he new library was opened for us< in the -prin^ 
of 19m after a very rapid and well-organized tran>- 

fer of hook- from their old quarters in ' 
Ian [910-19] 1 was ii- first full year in its new home. 
and. looking ba< k, 1 he wider - ible to 

render was "i e ol the great accomplishments of the 
year. The allowance for expansion and for meeting 
the larger plaits of departments Was II esti- 

mated 1 hat the lil>rar\ seemed to tit as completely 
and harmoniously into the academic life of the 
college as it did into its beautiful surround 
the grove above Longfellow, which is sa; 
deal. How we could now gel along without 
hardly be imagined, and over and over a^ain has 
gratitude been expressed for the wonderful fore- 
sight and devotion which was 1! _:tt to 
Wellesley of Miss Caroline F. Pier.,. Librarian of 
the college from [903 until her death. Oct< ber 15. 

In the old library, which is used for study b) 
those who live outside College Hall, ami 1>> 
within whose rooms are too convenient or ;. .. popu- 
lar for consecutive work, there now hangs the en- 
larged portrait photograph of Professor Anne 
Eugenia F. Morgan, representing her as she •■■ 
the days when she took fullest part in the Wellesley 
life: and here, in this room so full of her gracious 
presence. is placed a collection of hooks in memorx 
<<\ Professor Sophie Jewett, that will often save an 
eager student a journey to the library between 
classes, or beguile her into brief excursions into the 
world of poet or playwright, novelist or philosopher. 
as she waits for an appointment. Whatever need 
the old library max serve in later years, ii is now well 
used: a place where quiet reigns and much academic 
work is done. 

Another memorial to Mrs. Alice Freeman Palmer 
last year, added a rich treasure of rate books I 
growing Wellesley store, and its presentation 
one of the inspiring occasions of the year. An ebony 
cabinet in the browning room was remodeled 



through the thoughtfulness of Mrs. Duranl for this 
collection of besl editions of the works of Robert 
Browning and Elizabeth Barretl Browning; and 
they wen- installed by loving hands at the close of 
an afternoon with Professor Palmer in which he told 
of the interest of Mrs. Palmer and himself in their 
collection, and his desire to complete it as a memo- 
rial to her in the college which she loved. 

Another gieal personality connected with early 
i ollege days was made freshly real when the bronze 
doors for the libiary in memory of Eben Norton 
Horsford were presented in June, by the Class of 
1886. Rarely does such an occasion have the felicity 
of arrangement and inspiration that this afforded; 
a perfect day and setting, exquisite and dignified 
addresses, were met by an audience which keenly 
appreciated the gift, the purpose of the givers and 
the man whose love for Wellesley and for science 
they commemorated. 

On these two and many other occasions Mrs. 
Durant was present and took part. Her residence 
in her Wellesley heme during both semesters made 
the year a memorable one; and her presence at al- 
most every gathering of general interest made her 
such a part of our Wellesley life as she has rarely 
been since the early days of the college. During the 
year she presented to the Geology Department a 
fine collection of azurites and malachites from 
Bisbee, Arizona, and attended personally to plac- 
ing them in some specially constructed cases in the 
new laboratory of the department in what used to 
be Elocution Hall. 

In this laboratory- is now arranged, in order, the 
collection of slides for geology lectures, long used 
by the college, which have become a permanent 
possession and memorial since the death of Pro- 
fessor William H. Niles, on September 13, 1910. 
A geology lecture room has been evolved out of the 
old gymnasium, and contains a large Leitz epidia- 
scope much in demand for illustrated lectures. 

As usual, there was a rich contribution to the col- 
lege life by visitors fresh from explorations in many 
lands and researches in various fields. There is not 
space to mention all the avenues of interest that 
were opened or continued for members of the college, 
but Professor Hawes' lectures on her excursions in 
Africa during her Sabbatical year were especially 
welcome, in view of present African problems; and 
the sighl of the splendid collection of fifteenth and 
sixteenth century school books displayed in detail 
by Mr. George 11. Plimpton, gave rise to congratu- 
lations over the rich content of the curriculum of 
the present d.i\ and generation, in spite of its defects. 
Late in the spring an experiment was tried by the 
Art Department that had a great success and is 
likely to become .1 permanent feature of the service 
of that department to the college. The work of the 

alumna? of the department is watched with great 
interest, and they were invited to return to college 
for a lunch symposium and comparison of notes. 
bringing specimens of their work. The result was 
a most enthusiastic gathering and a loan collection 
o! work in many fields of art that was open to the 
college for several weeks. This was in addition to 
the various exhibitions of art students' work held at 
different times during the year; and the department 
also offered space to the Botany Department for 
the display of plans by the students in landscape 
architecture and horticulture, for beautifying the 
Wellesley grounds. 

A comparatively new organization, under the 
auspices of the School of Music, the Wellesley 
Orchestra, is now giving a recital every year which 
is being more and more widely appreciated. Last 
year their concert was exceptionally gocd ; and they, 
with the choir, are offering a serious interpretation 
of music that is distinctly worth while, and does 
not in the least interfere with the lighter functions 
of the Glee and Mandolin Clubs. 

The only important change to be noted in the 
curriculum was the introduction of required work 
in the Department of Hygiene and Physical Educa- 
tion among the hours to be presented for the degree. 
This meant that the class of 191 4 was the first to 
have full benefit of the training made possible by 
the addition of this to the Wellesley departments. 
Observation of the Freshmen and comment on the 
new requirements was vigorous and sustained 
throughout the year. The reasons for requiring 
such work at all make the necessity for requiring 
it in the Freshman year a mere corollary to the 
proposition; but the fact that the Freshmen are at 
present housed in the Village has added a difficulty 
that would not be present were they living on the 
campus, and the bearing of the whole matter is 
bound up with the disadvantages of having the 
Freshmen reside in the Village. In spite of such 
a handicap, a careful study of the records of the 
Freshmen for whom I had any direct responsibility- 
showed, in almost every- case, such a positive result 
in the effort to improve their physical condition and 
general efficiency as to fully justify the requirement. 

The year 1910-1911 was the second of the exist- 
ence of a committee of the Academic Council on 
Non-academic Interests, which had at last sufficient 
data in regard to student interests outside the class- 
room, at Wellesley and at other colleges, to justify 
the calling of a conference in such matters. Twelve 
members of the Faculty and seventeen students, 
representing the four classes, met for long and earn- 
est deliberation through the winter and spring terms. 
Gradually the bearing of the various activities on 
the college life as a whole was seen in a way that led 
to the reduction of the number of dramatic events 


in be liild in .in- i. in ■ ear, their distribution in the 
i Inn terms, and variou i hangi "l to m< m 

in i hip in organizal ion and dates of raeel ing -. 
The problem wa a vi i wide one and admitted by 

.ill In be 'H' link 'lilln nil i.l solul inn. 'I In- plan, 

finally adopted lor two yeai . bean Bomewhal 

hea vib. nn I In- six lii I i H '..nil. . .- h( I 0p< n i- ' ' i 

ing had developed i" .i poinl where all bul one asked 
for two performances .m least, in their desire to 
pre i hi in the college public the interesting results 
<>f their year's work. The schedule of such events 
became especially congested in the spring term; and 

i In- membership ol soi iel ies is < onfined .n 

ptesenl in Seniors and Juniors, the number ol 
students in those classes rehearsing for public en- 
tertainments al thai time was an important practi 
cal factor in i In- necessil \ for reducing the number ol 
entertainments. The plan has been announced in 
detail and need nol In- repeated Inn-, but it might 
Ik- well to state thai the determination ofwhal or 
ganizations should give the several plays was left 
to the student members of the conference. The 
two years during which it is in lu- in force will 
terminate at the same time as does the three-year 
term of trial of the new mcthcd of election to 
societies, and any necessary modification in either 
plan can be considered tc gether from a standpi int 
of actual experience. In spite of the limitations 
both to organizations and to individuals at certain 
points, the new plans are being met by a strong 
spirit of co-operation and willingness to give them a 
fair trial. 

A new function crept in, right under the very eyes 
of this vigilant committee, however. For two years 
or more, there had been talk of a Tradition meeting, 
under the auspices of the Student Government As- 
sociation. This ended in a meeting held the Friday 
afternoon after Thanksgiving, when alumnae from 
many classes gave a history of the beginning of 
things, Tree Day, Float, May Day, the Class Sere- 
nades, Forensic Burning and the rest. The meeting 
was most successful in uniting the present with the 
past, the serious and the absurd and the tender, in 
a way that brought cut the richness of our \\\ lies- 
ley memories. 

It is planned to repeat such meetings once in a 
college generation of four years, and it is hoped that 
the next nay take place in the Students' Building, 
which is sorely needed for such large gatherings as 
well as for the straller entertainments. The heads 
of all organizations have a strong desire to sec the 
Students' Building an accomplished fact, and the 
efforts to raise money for it wen- c< ntinuous through- 
out the year. The committee for this purpose tried 
the plan of asking people to cut off some luxuries 
and give all their spare pennies to the cause and not 
even at the ends of terns when safely aboard the 


ful ' ommit ti e, who, mindful ol 

had :: 

• lit " theii fr|]., 

'I he Alui 
asked for 

nol omit the !.• 

this be putting il u 

firsl him of spring in the willows and dai 

.11 1. ss the lake al Mr-. Durant's and in 

newell grounds, thi r< w< re n 

daj in whi< h t he oak trees unfoldi - 

their sofl -hade- of pink and pearl and the campus 

was like fairy land, 'he weather 

such as to allow the oaks a whole long ■■ 

velvel stage before thej put >>n ful 
mer green and turned to meet their foes 
no other year have i : oths. and 

gun their deadly u..rk so soon, nr requin 
on the pari of the i protect and pr 

the wealth of varied foliage in thegroun- 

It was in the midst of all this splea I f the 
Wellesley world that the announcement came that 
one who had loved and served the College Beautiful 
for many years had been appointed I 
President Hazard. There was deep concern and 
much speculation when no appointment was made 
in the fall term. Of necessity this delay introduced 
an clement of uncertainty into college affairs and 
was especially hard for the Seiii. r.-. to whom 
by any other name can seem the president, and who 
have in tecent years had opportunity to come into 
touch with President Hazard and go forth directly 
inspired by her large aims and broad sympathies. 
During the first months one may say frankly they 
and others sorely missed Miss Hazard: but, as the 
year progressed, loyalty and appreciation w 
ly focussed upon the one who became more clearly 
destined to assume the duties and pr. 
president, and, on the morning that President Capen 
of the Board of Trustees announced to the assembled 
college the appointment of President Pendleton, 
the strength of this loyalty and appreciation were 
clearly seen. as. attended by the Faculty- in caps 
and gowns through lines of cheering students, she 
was escorted to College Hall. 
• Looking back over the year, as a whole, 
conscious of a growing desire that the guide: 
the college should remain in Mi^s Pendleton's fa 
and a belief that the administration would b< 
tinned on a safe and sane basis under h 
ship. The pride of the alumnae has been sti 
stirred by having one of their number chosen to 
direct the affairs of the college, and from them and 
their friends a steady stream of congratulations and 
promises of loval support has flowed in upon the 



.mil its in-w president. There could not be 

great* r proof of warm approval for the past services 

oi Presidenl Pendleton, nor a more encouraging 

foundation for the success of her administration. 

Roxana II. VivrAN, '94. 

Part 1. 

I have .1 friend who, a decade ago, dedicated a 
shell in her library to the books of Wellesley girls. 
The shelf soon outgrew its inadequate limits and trib- 
ute was laid on another, that in turn is now nearly 
tilled. Looking with pleasure and pardonable pride 
over this collection, I noted that almost invariably 
thej bore the imprimatur of the best publishing 
houses in the country. That their circulation in 
several instances had passed the hundred thousand, 
I already knew. The themes treated included 
philology, travel, essay, biography, history, art and 
fiction, to say naught of a goodly number of classics 
that had been well edited for text-book service. 

For a college that is still on the sunny side of forty, 
the output thus far is encouraging and if it be true 
ot a body of writers, as one of our recently inaugu- 
rated college presidents remarked of the individual 
worker in matters academic or humanitarian, that 
the best work is done after sixty, a quarter-century 
hence we may look for a Golden Age in Wellesley 

Although previously, poems and prose articles 
by Wellesley girls had found their way to periodicals, 
the first book published by a daughter of Wellesley 
was "A Winter in Central America," a book of 
trawl by Helen Josephine Sanborn of the class of 
'84. The year after taking her degree she had the 
unique opportunity of journeying through that 
narrow, tortuous strip of land uniting North and 
South America, and at the date of Miss Sanborn's 
rough and interesting trip, almost terra incognita 
to Northern people. The book yet forms a useful 
guide to that not over-civilized region. Miss San- 
born is well-known for her generous gifts to her 
Alma Mater, of whose interests she is now a trustee. 

Before Miss Sanborn's book came out, Miss 
Katharine Lee Bates, '8o, for the past twenty years 
head ol the Department of English Literature at 
Wellesley, had published prose and verse of such 
high character that it took no prophet to predict 
for her a successful literary career. Her exquisite 
touch, her sure literaiy instinct, her breadth of 
theme, won for her swift and merited recognition 
aiul tn e am. unit of literature she has produced, con- 
sidering the tax on her time and strength in the 
duties ol her professorship, remind one of Matthew- 
Arnold's fertility of brain when, a generation ago, 

he was cumbered with the cares of an Inspector of 
Education in England. In the line of her distinct 
vocation "The English Religious Drama," "The 
History of American Literature," the editing of sever- 
al of Shakespeare's plays as well as work in Cole- 
ridge and Tennyson, with many a published literary 
essay, bear witness to the fidelity of her scholarship; 
in her avocation of letters are two books of travel, 
"Spanish Highways and Byways," and "From 
Gretna Green to Land's End," both charming as 
literature as useful for instruction to the wayfarer in 
Spain or England; two stories for young folk, "Her- 
mit Island" and "Rose and Thorn," the latter a 
prize winner, written in the eighties; Chaucer's 
"Rhymes Retold for Children" might be classed 
with either text-book work or general literature. 
Miss Bates's chef-d'oeuvre has just come out 
in a volume of poems that embody her highest 
thought, as her finest workmanship. It is doubtful 
if a more worthy book of verse sees light in the first 
quarter century of our still new century. 

Mrs. Anna Robertson Brown Lindsay, '83, is re- 
called in her Freshman year as a slender slip of a 
girl who came to Wellesley knowing Tennyson's 
"In Memoriam" by heart. Such a girl might be 
expected to be heard from in after-graduation 
years. So worthily and intelligently was her course 
in college pursued that she was recalled to the De- 
partment of English Literature for a brief period; 
after her marriage, with more ample leisure, her 
more connected literary work followed with steadi- 
ness and success. Mrs. Lindsay had the honor of be- 
ginning the "Worth W T hile Series" with her mono- 
graph on " What is Worth While," a series to which 
she has contributed several numbers. Her most 
notable book is "The Warrior Spirit in the Republic," 
whose title explains the work; she has also written 
one volume in the Lmited Study of Missions Series 
entitled "Gloria Christi." Her own experience as 
a mother brought out a book on child culture. Add 
to these more significant works various essays 
and now and then a verse and the list is not unim- 
portant. Mrs. Lindsay has been for several years 
an Alumna Trustee of her Alma Mater. 

Mrs. Estelle May Hurll, '82, was for several years 
a teacher in the Department of Philosophy at Welles- 
ley. Before and since her marriage, an event which 
did not change her name, she has brought out 
valuable works on art to the number of fifteen vol- 
umes. Many of these belong to the Riverside Art 
Series and are largely used in schools and clubs. 
"The Life of Our Lord in Art," "The Bible Beauti- 
ful" and "Portrait and Portrait Painting" are 
among more considerable books. Mrs. Hurll also 
is found now and then in the poetry columns of 

Mrs. Helen Barrett Montgomery, '84, although 

I I- 


mainlj interested in educational, missionary and 
< ivi< themes associated with unu n.ill- ucci 
plal foi in ill. ,11 , ha ' "Hi ributi 'I I wo e* elleni 
\ olumes to I he I nited Si udj ol Mil ion Si ri< 
(•mil led " < hrist us Redemptor" and " V. 1 
Women in Eastern Lands." Occasionally a poem 
is seen from In i pen, usual 1} ol .1 religious) harai ter, 
and always an instance ol lyrii gift. Mrs. Monl 
gomei 1 in Miiiiiii.i I rustee ol her 1 "II' g< 

Miss Eliza Hall Kendrick, '85, al presenl the head 
ol the Bible Departmenl "I Welleslej < ollege, has 
~< 11 1 urn some good work immediatel} connected 
with her department. In hei serious treatment ol 
.1 serious task she has .1 lighter side known to few 
.iimI can do a rhyme wit h much humor. 

Mrs. Alice Vh ian ^mes Winter, '86, was born with 
ink in her blood and earlj gave promise ol literary 
success. She is another of Wellesley's children 
who has found time with the cares ol a family de- 
volving upon her, lo make a large place in her social 
and civic world. Her interest in municipal affairs 
has evidenced the ability of women to be, as Presi- 
dent Pendleton pul ii in her Inaugural, the good 
citizens who "must have learned t he important lesson 
ol viewing every question nol only from his own 
standpoint but from that of the community; he 
must, be willing to pay his share of the public tax 
not only in money, but also in time and thought 
for the service of his town and state; he must have, 
above all, enthusiasm and capacity for working hard 
in whatever kind of endeavor his lot may be cast." 

Mrs. Winter has published two novels, both show- 
ing her interest in current events and her talent in 
portraying them. "The Prize to the Hardy" well 
illustrates life in the timber region with its perils 
and excitement, and "Jewel Weed," the modern 
fad for orientalism as introduced by travelling 

Miss Abbie Carter Goodloe, '89, is another grad- 
uate of Wellesley whose literary tendencies were 
distinctly marked in her college years. Before 
leaving college she had tried her hand at dramatic 
verse and soon alter graduating, while her school- 
girl memories were fresh, brought out a book of 
stories entitled "College Girls." Her more serious 
work is a historical novel called "Calvert of Strath- 
ore," a tale of French Revolutionary days, laid large- 
ly in Paris and the result of study in her years abroad. 
The Scribner's Magazine and The Century often 
happily apprize her many friends oi skill -a grow- 
ing skill -in the short story. 

Mrs. Florence Wilkinson Evans, '02. has won 
reputation chiefly as a poet, her contributions being 
found in The Atlantic, The Century Magazine, but 
chiefly in McClure's. Several novels may be added 
to her work in verse, however, notably "The Lady 

-<f the Flag Flowei 
Hill < >ppon 

Mr I 

work. ^Ik hat had in jIm- 

jhorl pl.r. "I he Marri 

1- ( ompanj " arc of this - 

Marguerita Spaul 
and delighted her old < old 
most successful appearance in tl 
They well recall her gift :ni\ i«» 

-'■( ii put to larger us seemed ■■ ■ r all, the 11 
ble thing. Her shorl stories in Harper's M... 
are now so main that v. 
gathered like bright, straying children in 

Floreni e < on has distinguished I ■ 

chiefly in editorial service. With a natr 
journalism she spent eight or nine* 
Churchman" in New York as assistant editor and 
is now on the "Atlantii Monthly" staff. In l>oth 
ol these periodical-, her stories sometii - 
and aside from these she has found tim< 
book- of noic. ( )ne of t hem i- hall-marked b\ l>eing 
placed in the Everyman Library. This i- entitled 
"Long Will" and i- a story, a> the title betokens, 
of the fourteenth century, admirably worked out. 
"Diana Victrix" and "The House of Pr 
latter a semi-allegory, artistically told, are 
her other production-. 

Jeannette Marks, 'oo, the associati pr 
literature at Mt. Holyoke, has made a good n 
both in original writing and discriminating 
pilation. In the former. "The English P 
Drama" and "Through Welsh Doorways " are her 
best efforts; in the latter, a half-dozen volun 
be used as English Literature text-books. 

There are others who have contributed more 
or less to literature, of whom we shall dou 
hear later, as Miss Martha Conant in ballad work. 
Marvel te Goodwin and Man,- Stuart Mackej i 
philological researches, Cordelia V irriott 

with her collection of Lyrics and Songs of Well - 
M. Alice Emerson in text-books, Grace Lewis i\*>k 
in a single volume of stories. 

The literature of Welleslej girls who did not 
take degrees, but received their impetus from 
Wellesley, would make an article by itself. An 
these Wellesley students would be Florence r 
Kingsley. whose "Titus." "Stephen." "Paul," 
and short humorous stories have in some in- 
stances reached the hundred thousands; Jennie 
Ellis Keyser, who has written a double score and more 
of art text and reading books for the public school-. 
Nancy K. Foster, Emilie Fifield Havighorst, Annie 
Beecher Scoville and Frances Delano are frequently 
seen as short story writers in our religious periodi- 

*Note. — Harper & Bros, have just published a collected edition of Mrs. Gerry's stories un 



cals. Doubtless sour- have been overlooked and 
alumnae contributors will be quick to add them, as 
in \ recall some favorite classmate or gifted com- 
rade in college whose name was unwittingly omitted 
from the brave list. 

As one glances through, even hastily, the growing 
list, the variety of themes and scholarly considera- 
tion bear fresh witness to the sound character 
aimed at and the high standards taken, by the 
daughters of Wellesley. To educate a daughter's 
daughter entirely from the books of Wellesley girls, 
would, to be sure, give her an imcomplete education, 
but at the same moment a girl thus educated, would 
not fail to be an intelligent and cultivated woman. 
Louise Manning Hodgkins, 
English Literature Department, 1 876-1 891. 

Part II. 

"Where the eternal tides of being flow 
And Love doth garner all that Hope doth grow." 
— Mary Russell Bartlett, '79. 

To The Old Year. 

Auf wiedersehen. For we shall meet before 

The throne of God. The drifting snows confuse 
Thy footprints. Down the echoing wind I lose 

Thy voice. So be it. We shall meet once more. 

When from the grave of Time thou com'st again 
To front my soul in judgment, witness bear 
To error, failure, sin; but oh, my prayer, 

My strife, forget thou not. Auf wiedersehen! 

— Katharine Lee Bates, '80, The Independent. 

There are women who make pets of their clothes, 
as men make pets of horse or dog. They have just 
time enough in life to dress themselves up. Looking 
back over their years they can say "I have had 
clothes." — Anna Robertson Brown Lindsay, '83, 
in The Warriors. 

"No man or woman has a living wage who has 
no money to give away." — Ibid. 

Two days beset my momory 

And stir forgotten strains 
Sadder than all the winter 

Or dreary autumn rains. 

Two days that in their sadness 

1 lave still a long delighl , 
The day when green conies in the grass, 

The daj \\ hen it is w hite. 

— Martha Hale Shackford, '96. 

True to its nature the nobility played with revo- 
lutions as it had played with everything in France 
from the beginning of time. It played with reform, 
with suggestion-, to al andon its privileges, itsjtitles, 
with the freedom of the newly born press, with the 
prerogatives of the crown, with the tiers etat, with 
life, liberty and happiness. — Carter Goodli e, '89, 
in Calvert of Strathorc. 

A Lullaby. 

Good be thy night, dear heart: 

Soft be thy sleep. 
As the birds in the wood 

Where the night-winds creep 
When they lie at rest 

On the warm earth's breast. 
Una waked as yet 

By the Spring's gay quest — 
So be thy sleep, dear heart. . 

— Florence E. Homer. '86. 

He and She. 
Slowly he walked along the street, 
Not raising his eyes her eyes to meet. 
"She is sitting and watching for me, I know, 
And just for to-day I mean to show- 
That I could live for a little while 
Without the sunshine of her smile." 

She sat at her window humming a scng, 
And when she saw his face in the throng. 
She dropped her eyes and turned her head 
Smiling as to herself she said, 
"He need not think I am ever here 
Whenever I know that he is near.'' 

He passed, and all the long day through 
From the early morn to the evening dew. 
Each thought of the other and never knew, 
That the morning slight that each had sent 
Ne'er reached the one for whom it was meant. 

— Eliza Fall Kendrick, '85. 

Christ's Evi£. 
The snow lies w r hite upon the wold, 

And furze and bracken bent, 
Are wrapped in limpled plait and told, 

A fair habiliment. 

Through pines that dim the moonlit glades 

The soughing w r ind sweeps low ; 
And shining clouds, like angel shades, 

Float gently to and fro. 

I hear the faint, sweet, distant chime 

Of swinging bells, that toll 
From hour to hour the lapse of time, 

Or passing of a soul. 


i s LEY ( OLLEGE \ E W 

Rapl chori tei . from door to door, 
( horale i haunt in prai e, 

< )i in i lie i li.iiM el' depi li adore 
'I he ( In i-i , in i arolled la 

Young ni'ii hers, i rooning lullabii 

And hushing babe Lo leep, 
Pray softly, while their happ; 

W'A li lender love are deep. 

For now i he I l<>l\ N ighl rel urns; 
The wide world grows akin, 

And more of pure affection learn-.. 
The ( " h rist ( hild enters in ! 

Dear Heavenly One whose advenl nears, 

A weary pat li is I hine! 
Gethsemane in coming years 
Will prove Thy love divine. 

And yet when Thou indeed art born, 

No vast, sad prescience 
Of contumely, grief and scorn, 

Clouds Thy brighl innocence. 

So may our hearts, that also wear 

The chrismal dews of pain, 
To-night in simple gladness share, 

Noel's sweet joy again. 
— Anna Robertson Brown, '83, Presbyterian Journal. 

They are as pleased as a parcel of children when 
you praise them. They perk and prink themselves 
and ask strangers to compliment them on their 
climate, theii hospitality and their pretty girls with 
as much ingenuousness as a baby of six who invites 
her friends to admire her new silk stockings. It is 
delightful. I never saw a people confessedly a 
society people so entirely free from ennui. Here 
they are, throwing themselves into this preposterous 
carnival make-believe, with the abandon of children. 
You wouldn't find a Northern city capable of tossing 
dignity to the winds and kicking up its civic and 
social heels in this jolly fashion. It takes imagina- 
tion to do this sort of thing, and that's what this 
people has as a people. It is the Southern tempera- 
ment, I suppose. — Florence Converse in Diana 

In a world of so n any different kinds of love it 
would be a pity to make a choice < f bate.- II id in 
Long Will. 

The Unremembered. 
Where have they gone, the unremembered things, 

The hours, the faces, 
The trumpet-call, the wild boughs of white spring? 
Would I might pluck you from forbidden spaces. 
All ye, the vanished tenants of my places! 


An od< ; 

A up thai in' in 
( !om< 

Look how thi 


III' ould only call them 

I h by hi- : 
'I hat Violil 

Yon i- 1 he bill 

My feei have found the r< ad wb< n 
Quick- Kui again the dark, darkni hame. 

— Florence Wilkinson, '02. in thi ' 

Mk. I)i rant's Birthday— Febri \k\ l 

Ah, pause a moment! Reverently 

To one dear voice whos 
Wherevei Waban's tranquil v 
( )r Waban's violets 

\\ here 'el 1 he CTOSS UpHI 

On th*ese fair towers, thai thrillii g 
Urging, in toner- unutterably tender, 
The same, familiar words: 

"Christ first, my children!'' O thi u -tarlike -pirit. 
Gone with thy kindred >tar> to -hine and burn. 
May we, who now thy love and life inherit. 
Thy deepest lesson learn! 

—Marion L. Pelton • 


My beautiful life, with thy d< me of blue. 
Thy wine of sunshine, thy calm of dew, 
Thy biid-song thrilling the forest- thr. 8 
Thy blush of morning and evening v; 1 ■ ■ \\ . 
Thy joy of myriad lives that i;r<>\\ . 
Of myriad blossoms that bud and blow — 
My beautiful life, 1 love thee so ! 

Sing, sweet refrain. 

In my heart again: 
God i- love, i'0(\ i> love, by his gifts I know 

t iod is love. 

My desolate life, with thy sky of lead. 
Thy wintry sunlight, thy bird song tied. 
And only th\ snow -heaped graves of nrj 
Yet, through thy darkness, a glorj ^: 
And life is springing beneath thy snows. 
And ever nearer the morning mews. 

Sin;.;, deep refrain. 

In my heart again: 
God is love, Cod is love, in my grief I know. 

( Jod is love. 

— Helen Barrett Montgomeryi 



Bui now I know. Ami now that I know, I think 
I must have known it all the time. I have always 
been taught it. "GodisLove." " God so loved the 
world that he gave I lis only begotten Son." It was 
love thai made that night so beautiful: Mary's love, 
the angels' love, bul most of all the love of God, the 
love of Jesus ( hrist . 

And ii is good to think that God so loved the 
world, not just the rich people and the happy people 
like us, but all the poor people and lonely people 
and heart-broken people; yes, and the bad people, 
too. I wonder if they all remember it this Christ- 
mas Eve— that funny forlornity selling watches, 
and those- two unchildlike children selling matches, 
and. that poor old man with his white head bare in 
i Ik- wintry wind — and the shivering old woman 
<>\ er her hand-organ, and the whitefaced hunchback. 
— Katharine Lee Bates, '80, in Rose and Thorn. 

In The Xight. 


The full moon lingered in the West; 

The slow, still Night 
Who seals our weary eyes for rest 

With kisses light, 
And brings a band of visions bright 
For our delight, — 
Too wondrous fair for waking lips to. tell — 
Was holding earth enchanted by her spell. 


The brood of cares, those crying things 

That haunt the day 
And blot the sunshine with their wings 

Had rlown away; 
And naught to lead our souls astray 
If we would pray, 
Or vex the tuneful silence of the air, 
in the wide plain or wider heaven was there. 


". Mong cloud-deer white, a Hitting crowd, 

The Huntiess passed 
With god-like motion, calm and proud, 

And forth she cast 
Her silver arrows, thick and fast, 

Until at last, 
Slam by keen light or vanquished by stern fear. 


I turned me to my couch again 

But slept no more; 
The beauty of the sky and plain 

That, o'er and o'er, 
Sang to my heart, as sea to shore, 
This burden bore, 
"Earth's moonlight joys may wax and wane below; 
But Heaven's all-glorious Sun no change can know." 
— Josephine A. Cass, '80, in the Sunday Re- 

Mona Lisa. 

At the Louvre. 
Angel or Sorceress! breathe me where lies 
Thy charm! O the dark wonder of thy face 
Where beauty and malignity embrace! 
The covert joy within the shadowed eyes, 
The mirth upon the lips which knew no sighs, 
The brow whereon life's conflicts left no trace, 
The look inscrutable past time and space 
Bespeak a soul which knew not sacrifice. 
Faithless and heartless, Mona Lisa such 
Thou wert, and he who loved thee doth confess 
Thy guilty soul by his fine, artist touch — 
His genius still unerring; yet not less 
He loved thee madly though thou gav'st not much 
Who gave of love all but. its happiness. 

— A. Carter Goodloe, '89. 
L. M. H. 


(In response to a request from the Editor, I am 
sending the following brief notes concerning the 
work of the Alumnae Trustees. — A. R. B. L.) 

1. The Alumnae Trustees are the representatives 
of the alumnae, elected by them,* and reporting to 
them at the business meeting on Alumnae Day. At 
present there are three Alumnae Trustees, — Mrs. 
Norman F. Thompson, '80, Mrs. William A. Mont- 
gomery, '84, and Mrs. Samuel McCune Lindsav, 

It is the duty of the Alumnae Trustees to know, as 
far as may be, the general feeling and attitude of 
the alumnae in regard to matters of moment to the 
college, and to see that the ideas and will of the 
alumnae have adequate presentation and due con- 
sideration in the Board of Trustees, in reference to 
questions that arise for discussion and decision. 
This is a very delicate and difficult task. The 
alumnae live in all sections of the country, are in- 
terested in widely differing phases of education, 
have had a varied experience of college life, ranging 
from 1875 to 191 1, and in the outer world are en- 
Ihe troop had vanished, and lu-r path was clear. gaged in main- diverse pursuits. It is not possible 

- [9i°y E pp F 9-i2 he meth ° d " f electing Alum "£e Trustees see the "Register of the Wellesley College Alumna? Association/' 


that the> should all think alike, bul il ia of • 1 * < - ut 
most importance to know what thej do think, 
thai the college may profil b> the insighl into life 

i li;ii all these forms of experience have brought . and 
may also discover thai the alumnae, though sogreal ly 
scattered, are bound by the common bond "I the 
college tie, and are still ardenl for her welfare. 
Tin- most convenient way in which the al ae 

can make their desires and opinions known to I he 

Board oi Trustees is l>y sending clear statements in 
the form of letters to the Alumnae Trustees, adding 
also to what degree they believe their own state 

ment lo represent the alumna', either oi their circle 
of personal friends, or those of their community or 
locality. By means of such letters the Alumnae 
Trustees may become acquainted with the currents 
of alumna- thought, and may better judge of their 
extent and significance. 

2. It is the duty of the Alumna; Trustees to at- 
tend the meetings of the Board of Trustees — (there 
are four stated meetings during the year, with an 
additional adjourned meeting on Commencement 
Day) — and to carry their share in any service to 
which they may be assigned. 

3. It has been asked: What is the relation of the 
Alumnae Trustees to the college? — They have no 
formal relation to the college different from that of 
any other trustee. But from the fact that the 
Alumnae Trustees are graduates of the college — and 
this holds true as well of the trustees who are also 
alumnae, — they can understand, to a special degree, 
conditions as they actually exist in college, or have 
in the past existed, and how certain decisions would 
probably affect college life. It is therefore of the 
greatest value for the Alumnae Trustees to be also 
made acquainted, either by letters or personal in- 
terviews, with the thoughts and preferences prevail- 
ing in the college at the time of the meetings of the 
Board. Such information makes it possible to re- 
gard from many points of view the questions which 
come up for decision, and also helps good under- 
standing and the harmonization, so far as possible, 
of the different ideas and interests presented. 

One thing should be definitely explained, — that 
it is seldom possible to bring a matter of any im- 
portance before the Tiustees immediately upon its 
presentation to an Alumnae Trustee, and it would 
practically never be possible, except in some sudden 
emergency, to obtain any action at this first meet- 
ing. For many matters that would with perfect 
propriety be suggested to an Alumna- Trustee would 
first have to be considered by the President of the 
college and the Academic Council; ami both such 
matters and other things of an outside nature 
would have to follow the regular course of introduc- 
tion and action, and this course takes time. 

It should also be borne in mind that in reporting 

10 the Vlumiue \--<.< iatw 1 , little 

ni'. 1. thai te I hat the meetii . 

ed, uid the interest! oi the alumnae 

4. Ili- the duf. ol the Alui 

iii touch with the process of modem edi* 
it- most progres merit-, in order 

the spe< ial aspects ol education which 
changing and developing Alma Mater in thr-r 
relation to education ■>- a whole. This in i»««-lf in- 
voke- a , considerable acquaintance with 1 

institutions and affair-, also ion-tarn 

sear< h, and pra< t i< al experii ■ 

In establishing the Alumna- Trustees it « is 
sired to open a channel of din-' t and unemban 
communication with the Board of Trustees. In 
fulfilling the duties of an Alumna- Tru-r- 
to know the de-ire- of the alumna- thoroughly, and 
to represent them a- adequately >- lies within our 

Anna Robertson Brown Linds 


Through the efforts of six college chr - 
which was the New York Wellesley Club, an In- 
tercollegiate Bureau of Occupation ha- been formed 
in New York. It opened for business on 
fourth, in Room 1504 of the Arena Building. 3?i 
West 32d street. New York City. The following 
clipping, taken from the "Boston Transcript." 
states the plan and the purpose of this new enter- 
prise for college women. It is interesting to note 
that Miss Muriel E. Wind ram, formerly ol 
is office secretary of the new venture, that Alice 
Ames, '06, is one of the directors and assistan - 
tary, also representing the Bureau in the New York 
Wellesley Club, and that Charlotte Allen Farns- 
worth, '87 -'90, is vice-president oi the Bureau and 
a member of two committees, the Finance and the 

"The Intercollegiate Bureau of Occupations, 
which is really a son oi employment g 
graduates, opened for business yesterday in New 
York with a registration oi about sixt\ would-be 
social secretaries, laboratory assistants, office mana- 
gers, editors, translators, social workers, lecturers, 
travelling companions and lieutenants ol industry. 
Miss Frances Cummings, the manager, admitted 
that there wasn't a "help wanted" application 
file to correspond to each girl's registration paper-, 
but she pointed out that on the other hand rhe 
bureau had posts to till for which no one had > et ap- 

" 'Two persons have asked for women capable 
managing small farms.' she said. ' but so tar we have 
not found anyone with the requisite training- 



"The realty distinctive feature of the bureau is 
its advisory board, cohiposed mostly oi presidents 
of women's colleges. Virginia C. Gildersleeve of 
Barnard heads the list, and among htT associates 
arc M. Carey Thomas, president of Bryn Mawr, 
James Mnnroe Taylor, president of Yassar; Ellen 
Fitz Pendleton, president of Wellesley; Marion 
LeRo) Burton, president of Smith; Mdry Coes, dean 
of Radcliffe, and Gertrude S. Martin, adviser of 
women in Cornell. The New York alumnae organi- 
zation of Barnard, Bryn Mawr, Cornell, Mount 
I Iolyokc, Radcliffe, Smith, Vassar and Wellesley is 
responsible for the financial end of the enterprise, 
and the board of twenty-two directors has been 
chosen from among the graduates of these insti- 

*' 'The bureau was founded,' Miss Cummings 
explained, 'to supply what many of the alumnae 
of the various colleges felt to be almost a desperate 
need. There are, of course, many excellent teachers' 
agencies in New York and other large cities, but 
there has been heretofore no agency which made 
a business of putting college women in touch with 
the numerous avenues for work which are constant- 
ly opening. 

'' ' Our bureau hopes to meet the needs of girls in 
two ways — first, by helping them to secure places 
for which they feel they are adapted and which will 
bring out any special talent they may possess, and 
second, by placing at their disposal a mass of classi- 
fied information regarding the lines of employment 
opened to women, the qualities and preparation 
needed for each, as well as the special inducements, 
financial and otherwise, which are offered. We hope 
within a' few months to have a special department 
with a staff of trained workers to take over the task 
of a thoroughly scientific investigation of the better 
paid grade of women's occupations.' 

"The bureau' is not by an}' means a philanthropic 
affair, except in spirit. It is to be managed on a 
purely business basis and the directors expect it to 
become self-supporting almost immediately. Every 
applicant for a place is required to pay a registra- 
tion fee of Si, which keeps her name on the books 
for a \ear. The charge for securing a permanent 
post is three per cent, of the first year's salary, pay- 
able ten weeks after the engagement begins, and the 
charge for a temporary place lasting ten weeks or 
less is six per cent, of the total salary received, pay- 



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Has a Savings Department 
in which Interest is allowed 
at the rate of 4% per annum. 

Capital, $50,000 

Surplus and Profits (earned) $41,000 

Resources, $950,000 

CHAS. N. TAYLOR, President, 

BENJ. H. SANBORN, Vice-President, 
B. W. GUERNSEY, Cashier. 

able when the engagement terminates. No fee is 
charged to employers. 

"It is not absolutely necessary for an applicant 
to hold a bachelor's degree, provided she can be con- 
scientiously described as a person of 'culture, 
refinement a»d education,' but the bureau aims to 
deal almost exclusively with places that can be 
filled only by college graduates. As for the ques- 
tions which aspirants for 'broader fields' must 
answer, the list includes details regarding age, nation- 
ality, religion, health, social affiliations, education 
and amount of salary and accomplishments on the 
side. There are thirty-three questions in all and the 
last of these calls for ' general remarks as to educa- 
tional training, special studies, extended travels, or 
other information that would aid us in securing a 
position for you.' 


"Making Both Ends MEET,"by Sue Ainsley 
Clark, 1903, and Edith Wyatt. The Macmillan 
Company, New York. Price SI. 50 net. 

Very quietly, very explicitly these authors present 
the actual facts in the lives of girls whose terrible 
struggles for a livelihood are full of grimmest heroism. 
There is no sentimental appeal in the volume, it is 
a scientific statement of conditions observed by the 


author- and by ol her im i loughl 

informal ion regarding the income and the outlaj 
of New York working girls. The various chapter 
deal wit 1) the pecuniar) problem ol jaleswomen, 
factory workers, i loak mak( r , and laundry workers, 
giving careful details of individual ca es, I" the 
lasi chapter is a plea for joientifii management as 

applied to women's work, a plea whieh is I >.!-<•' 1 upon 

convincing argument s. 

For the avowed social worker and economist the 
book will have immediate and lasting valui 
that service this is uot the place to speak. Forthe 
casual reader, the college student or the woman of 
the leisure classes, the volume has a special message, 
no! by any means new, but more forcibly expressed 
than some of the older studies. Here is a vivid in- 
troduction to those commonplaces of social investi 
nation which every thoughtful, self-respecting wom- 
an ought to know. Because the manner of presen- 
tation is calm, dispassionate, and definite, the sub- 
stance of the book gains great impressiveness. A 
caustic brevity in the recital of the life history of 
certain girls heightens the tragic significance of even- 
word. Even the initiated must be roused afresh by 
the cumulative effect of these little biographies, so 
tersely, so completely accurate. 

To illustrate the method of the authors the follow- 
ing paragraph may serve: It is the account of a 
girl earning six dollars a week in a neckwear factory, 
in which she worked always nine hours a day, some- 
times eleven hours. 

"She spent nothing for pleasure. She could send 
nothing to her family. In the course of two years 
and a half she had bought one hat for three dollars 
and a suit for twelve dollars. She went to night 
school, but was generally so weary that she could 
learn really nothing. She did her own washing, 
and for three dollars a month she rented a sleeping 
space in the kitchen of a squalid, crowded East Side 
tenement. It was the living-room of her poverty- 
stricken landlady's family; and she had to wait 
until they all left it, s >metimes late at night, before 
she dragged her bed out of an obscure corner and 
flung it on the floor for her long-desired sleep. Sup- 
per with her landlady cost her twenty cents a night. 
Sadie's breakfasts and dinners depended absolutely 
upon her income and her other expenses. As in the 
weeks when she was earning three dollars she had 
only ninety cents for fourteen meals a week and her 
clothing, and in the weeks when she earned two dol- 
lars and fifty cents, only forty cents a week for 
fourteen meals and her clothing, her depleted health 
is easily understood." 

It is by such work as Mrs. Clark and Mrs. YVyatt 
have done, by patient individual search and inspec- 
tion, that our economic problems will be solved. 
But no one can escape the burden of being responsi- 

• the condi 

part in th - living 

' onditions, for i 

enfor< eraent ol ir |< ;„. 

sensibility," but of actual partnership in th. 
-ion-, inju tio md 
girl. "Making Both I 
bolii title. M \r i h \ II u-i 

[esi -. The M \- 
J. sl.e k. V ... York National B 
Women'- Christian 

Elvira J. 51a k, an instrui tor in E 
Adelphi Academy, has prepared an I. ■ l*,ok. 
not only for the -indent- from high scho 
preparatory - hook for whom the 1» »>k w 
ly designed, but als i for the use of Sun 
teacher- and other adult- wh 
Man Jesus, live. 

To fail to see Jesus in hi- bumanit) 
one of the greatest I ight. On 

the visions of the actual Man walkii _ dilean 

hills and by the sea, or through the crow 
ol a great city, and his reality is forever ui 
tioned." "One who teaches needs but 
them (younger students how to take our Lord out 
from the pages of a 1> tok and to make him li . 
fore them: not Jesus, a mule of living, but a young 
leader of thirty years of age with unstained heart: 
Jesus, a comrade with whom to tramp the < .alilcan 
hills or follow as he ministers to the common brother- 
hood of Jerusalem; Jesus t'hrist. the supreme n< 
all hearts, then and now. The parables thu- become 
this earth's wheat fields and vineyards a- symbok 
of God's plan, and the miracles become the ... 
tnent God's love makes to our human n< 
of all, Jesus Christ himself becomes a personal friend 
who calls out the deepest loyalty and devotion." 
To make Jesus real is the aim ^i the book. The 
entire environment t>i Jesus, as well a- the social, 
political and religious conditions ^i the world at the 
time >>( Christ, .ire brought out in a most graphic 
manner. Mi-- "-lack has not dealt with the Man of 
Galilee in any perfunctory way. It is. ind« 
pleasure to pick up such a book m\<.\ find it to re- 
written 1>\ a\\ expert who loves her subject. Her 
academic training, her experience as a teacher, her 
wide knowledge oi English literature, her intimate 
acquaintance with the four gospels, all re-enl 
her wonderfully tender and vivid interpretati 
the Man Jesus. 

The arrangement of the book is oftei 
rather than chronological in order to avoid certain 
debatable points. It would seem, however, that 
no confusion could arise from this arrangement, 
since the synopsis of lessons and the outlines oi the 
individual lessons ate clear, logical and schoUHv 



We welcome the scholarly note so evident through- 
out this little volume, for, oddly enough, the majority 
of books prepared for the enlightenment of the 
youthful mind concerning Jesus and the, gospels are 
arranged after a "hit or miss" plan that more often 
misses than hits. The life of Jesus is divided into 
I welve studies, entitled : 

Study I. The Four Biographers of Jesus. 

Sunly 11. The Country Jesus Loved. 

Study HI. The Child of Galilee. 

Study IV. The Man of Galilee. 

St iidv V. Jesus' Opening Message. 

Study VI. Events in the Early Galilean Minis- 

Study VII. The Kingdom of Service. 

Study VIII. The Widening Doors of the King- 

Study IX. The Light of the World. 

Study X. The Days of His Shepherding. 

Study XI. On the Road Toward Jerusalem. 

Study XII. The Upper Room. 

A list of reference books, a list of forty-seven 
supplementary pictures, selections from the world's 
best literature and hymns and a map of Palestine 
in the time of Christ are given as aids to the under- 
standing of the Biblical text. It would be a fasci- 
nating course for the average "grown up" to follow 
the book from beginning to end, but to the older 
child, the book must be a veritable storehouse of 
delight. "There is much in Jesus' life that makes 
striking appeal to younger students," and surely 
no one understands this appeal better than Miss 
Slack. We close the book feeling as if we had been 
walking and talking with Jesus, the Man of Galilee. 

We hear again with eager interest the ringing com- 
mand, "Go thou, and do likewise." With grateful 
hearts we thank this wise woman who has recog- 
nized the need of taking Jesus from the realm of ab- 
stractions to make him a vital personality, a living 
force, a loving friend and the perfect pattern to our 
children's plastic minds. May all, who have the 
guidance of children in their hands, have the good 
fortune to meet with this inspiring and illuminating 

Gertrude Wilson Powell. '05. 


According to request, the editor has been re- 
joiced to grant a Free Press column which is to be 
christened "The Outlet," when someone will 
kindly send a contribution which shall bring about 
that happy event. W T e know that there are many 
alumna; who have opinions to set forth on college or 
alumnae matters, who have numerous criticisms to 
make on the new College Magazine News. Will 
not these speak out? Will noc those who requested a 
place wherein they could freely give utterance to 
their pleasure or regret over existing conditions in 
the alumnae world, and where helpful and valuable 
suggestions could be made, remember that a worthy 
receptacle exists and awaits eagerly its first posses- 
sion. It is earnestly desired to start the New Year, 
the January number of the Magazine, with some 
sincere and genuine outpourings from the alumna; 

Alumn.e Editor. 







Lecture by Miss Ethel Buckton, Given No- 
vember 25, in the Faculty Parlor. 

By way of introduction Miss Buckton reminded 
us that the great world events of the present day 
should be as familiar to us as the history of the 
past. The sooner each part of the world is fully 
conscious of all that is affecting the other parts, the 
sooner all men will think and feel and strive together 
for the same goal, and the sooner will world peace 
be no longer an ideal, but a real fact. It is this 
world peace and sense of brotherhood which is the 
ideal of the Modern Prophet of Mount Carmel 
and his followers. 

In 1844, in a far-away city of Persia, there arose 
a young man gifted with insight and deep spiritual 
consciousness, who declared to the Mohammedan 
priests that they were not interpreting the Koran 
rightly; that they had in reality helped to overlay 
the real teachings of Mohammed with meanings 
which he never had in mind. He declared, more- 
over, that the time of world peace was at hand, that 
all peoples would soon find that underneath seeming 
religious differences, the heart of all their beliefs 
was the same, and that for the good of every country 
the women should be considered equal with the 

Of course, the orthodox people of his time hated 
him cordially. But there were some to whom his 
teaching appealed and who took up the cause with 
eagerness. One beautiful and gifted woman wrote 
and lectured and taught, much to the fury of her 
husband, who turned her out of house and home 
and forced her to wander about alone. Such a con- 
dition meant much to a woman of a country where 
an unmarried and unprotected woman is unheard of. 
After a time she was caught and killed in the streets 
of the city, because she persisted in following the 
teachings of the Bab. After six years of preaching, 
the Bab himself was cruelly killed and his young 
secretary with him. Before the Bab died he prophe- 
sied that a prophet was to come after him, for whom 
his followers must watch. In a few years, a young 
nobleman, the son of a prince, took up the cause 
of peace and taught, as the Bab had done, that the 
same God was the God of all peoples and that every 
religion contained some truth sent to the hearts 
of men by God. 

Like the Bab, h< 
sen! into exile. \i't<r two in th«- 

mountains, he became convinced that • 
prophet of whom the Bab had -,p<»k< -1 
while he was freed, only to be exiled tg til 
1 hi-, time With a following of - milies who 

went willingly to exile with him. The;. 
by the Sultan of Turkey to Adrianople. 
stayed for five years. WhiL 
wrote letters to n any of the Powi 
including the Pope ol Ron • ind I 
England, beseeching them to exerl their great in- 
fluence in bringing about peace among 
and a true sense of brotherhood an 
Always he insisted the s| nit of th< 
in every religion, however beliefs 
He also suggested that there I e an inl 
courl of arbitration, to prevent wars and fast 

Soon he was exiled from Adrianople I 
Carmel, where he was imprisoned for forty 
At this time he took the name Baha, • 
God, which has given the name to the whole I 
ment which he represents. Now the pris 
were allowed to reach the outside world, and through 
them main people of all nations and tongues and 
beliefs joined the Baha movement. VI tl 
the East are Baha societies and meetings, even in 
the worst cities, and everywhere is visible the 
and genuine love which binds together the met 
whether the\ be Buddists or Christians, M 
dans or Zoroastrians. 

In r8o.a Bahoula, the great leader, died an 
son Abdul Baha. or Servant of i'»^\. took hi- ; 
Although at first imprisoned, he was freed under the 
new constitution of Turkey, and started immediate- 
ly to travel from one count r\ to anoth< 
and preaching the message which the ; 
had first enunciated. A short time ago Abdul Baha 
was in London, where for days people ol all 
and stations, among them R. J, Campbell and 
Archdeacon Wilberforce, came to talk with him. 
Of course all conversation was by means ol inter- 
preters, bin Abdul Baha never failed to satis 
questioners and to convince them of the purir 
nobility of his cause. He even preachi 
people of London from the pulpit of 
churches, t lie [emple and St. John's. Westmins 
His message is to no particular people or sect, but 
to all men, calling upon them to believe the Father- 
hood of one God and the Brotherhood of :: ' 



Editor-in-Chief, Muriel Bacheler, 1912 

Associate Editor, Cathrene H. Peebles, 191 2 

Literary Editors. 

Margaret Law, 1012 Marjorie Sherman, 1912 

Helen Logan, 1913 Sarah Parker, 1913 


Carol Prentice, 1913 Kathlene Burnett, 1913 

Business Manager, Frances Gray, 1912 

Associate Business Manager, Josephine Guion, 1913 

Assistant Business Manager, Ellen Howard, 1914 

Subscription Editor, Dorothy Blodgett, 1912 

Alumna Editor, Bertha March, 189s 

Advertising Business Manager, Bertha M. Beckford, 

Wellesley College. 

The Wellesley College News is published weekly from 
October to July, by a board of editors chosen from the student 

All literary contributions may be sent to Miss Muriel Bach- 
eler, Wellesley College, Wellesley, Mass. 

All items of college interest will be received by Miss Cath- 
rene H. Peebles, Wellesley College, Wellesley, Mass. 

All Alumna; News should be sent to Miss Bertha March, 
394 Massachusetts Ave., Boston, Mass. 

All business communications should be sent to Miss Frances 
Gray, Wellesley College, Wellesley, Mass. 

Subscriptions should be sent to Miss Dorothy Blodgett, 
Wellesley College, Wellesley, Mass. 

Terms, $1.50 for residents and non-residents; single copies, 
15 cents. 


Our Lady Poverty. 

"To earn more, learn moie" — "The prevalent 
fear of poverty among the educated classes is the 
worst moral disease from which our civilization 

The former of these quotations is neatly em- 
blazoned upon the walls of a preparatory school in 
one of the richest suburbs of Boston; the latter 
belongs to Professor William James. Taken to- 
gether, they present two diametrically opposed 

ideals of life and education. The foimer recom- 


mends itself by its very smugness and brevity; 
by its eminent respectability and obvious sense and 
comfort. The other — but the other claims the first 


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to be the sign of the "worst moral disease" of our 
civilization. "Disease" has never a pleasant con- 
notation; the shuddering possibilities of "moral 
disease" force us either to challenge the truth 
of Professor James' statement, [daiing the risk 
of our commonly accepted standards in fair 
combat, or to airily dismiss the whole matter 
from our minds. The first of these is, of course, 
frankly more self-respecting. Any fear is weakness 
and disease; do we fear poverty? If we do, if we 
despise the hardness and difficulty of poverty, if 
the woild of things is so much with us that the 
more "athletic trim" of poverty, the moral fighting 
shape, is beyond our knowledge and sympathy; 
if an artistic house and modish clothes seem to us 
greater desiderata than the ability to live deeply, 
heroically, with a fine, fierce disregard of comfort or 
ease or even safety, then it may be a matter of 
deep humiliation to us that our years here of at- 
tempts at reality have been so superficially wasted 
and hollow. If we do not fear it — and the pre- 
sumption is that most of us have too much moral 
fibre to do so — then it is surely a challenging thing, 
this weak, wasting fear that is in the world about 
us. People do pay their way with what they have 

Wanted — At the Wellesley Inn, 
during the Christmas vacation, 
college girls desiring a home 
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rather than what they are; too much in secondary 

schools material good is held up as the great aim <>f 
work; men are literally scared al the thought of 
material ugliness and hardship; in all the greal and 
good movement toward universal peace, is the dan- 
ger of effeminacy and loss of fighting courage. 
Courage and poverty! They are almost synonymous. 
At least, they aie capable of being watchwords of a 
more earnest simplicity, a truer democracy and 
idealism in this college of ours than have been in it 

Of Christmas. 
This is our Christmas number — a Christmas 
number without any tree or Chiistmas stockings! 
A Christmas number that has to be announced, 
that does not proclaim itself by its very air of gaiety 
and peacef ulness ! But it is the best we could do — 
and if you could see the vast amount of happiness 
and Christmas good- will that is really in this maga- 
zine, you would be amazed. Happiness in the sea- 
son which comes, year in, year out, but which can 
never become a trite subject for happiness; happi- 
ness in the fact that we are soon to be, for a little 
while, a part of the great working, common world, 
no longer set apart; happiness too, that this great 
friendly college will soon be welcoming us again to 
harder work and brisker living than before — it took 
all these happinesses to make up our Christmas 
number. As for the good-will that is in it, that seems 
to be directed toward all people who make up 
this Christmas world of ours, preposterous as 
that may sound, but especially, towards you, readers 
of this magazine, who have been so far patient with 
us — even until Christmas time, a thing which once 
we hardly dared to hope! 

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lli' opening meeting v. I to the cu 

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representation of the seventy meml • 
and tin Verein was particularly glad to w< lr<>m<- 
Fraulein Muller. Mi-- kittle. 1'rau Schmidt, Mis* 
Cogswell, Miss Hastings and Mi-- 
The first few minutes were -penr in getting 
acquainted with the ( ierman even. --day vocabulary, 
and were the occasion of some anxiety to a few, but 
much enjoyment to all. The company then - 
themselves about the open fire, and tested the 
merits of frankfort* r-. potato salad, pumpernickel 
sandwiches, pickles and coffee, served by Lili Zim- 
mermann and her committee, apologizing I 
pensing with that essential to German gatlv 
the long table. Dorothy Summy, the president, 
gave an eager welcome to the members new and old ; 
and the program continued with a dissertation • 
the philosophy of the saus 

man idioms, anil the amazing reap; f the 

genus in manifold phases in German customs, which 
met with unbounded approval and enjoyment. The 
remainder of the evening was spent in sing 2 
man songs, ballads and folk song 
"Die Wachl am Rhein" in heartiest chorus. 

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At the second meeting, in Agora House, Novem- 
ber 20, the guests were entertained by Fraulein 
Scholl of the German Department. Fraulein Scholl 
told of the struggle of German women to gain ad- 
mission to the universities, their efforts to satisfy 
the hunger for study from the store of intellectual 
riches about them. Old as are the civilization and 
culture of Germany, the ideal of the German Haus- 
frau and Mutter der Kinder is as old and quite 
definite, and very beautiful. To change their scene 
to the universities these women have gone through 
a long period of determined and courageous effort, 
against obstacles of unyielding ungraciousness, 
skepticism, antagonism even. Our recital had the 
liveliness of personal reminiscence. Miss Moffatt, 
Dr. Roberts, Miss Cook and Miss Hastings helped 
the discussion, and Gertrude Cate, 1907, came back 
to visit. Marietta Brady and her committee served 
Kaffee and Kaffee Kuchen, and the evening was 
ended with more singing. 


At last the much-advertised Student Building 
Fair came off! Monday afternoon found the^ hard- 
working committee tired, but ready for the crowds 

that flocked to the Barn from two till nine. Not 
even at first Barnswallows has the Barn been much 
more closely packed with people than at the great 

The Sophomores had left their prom, decorations, 
so that the barn looked very well. Down the center 
and along the sides long tables were ranged and 
covered with sheets, where the various articles from 
jelly to pictures were displayed. But before being 
allowed to gaze and choose any of the attractive 
sales, the eager purchaser was stopped and made to 
pay ten cents' admission. On the left was the grab- 
bag, then the ten-cent table, then the General Aid 
tables, under the superintendence of Ruth Curtis, 
helped by Katharine Duffield and Elsa Locker at 
the Japanese table. All the eatables were on the 
stage, cakes, candy, ice-cream and orangeade, 
served by Eleanor Pilsbury and her committee. 

Among the tables of fancy work and pictures was 
the table of the heads of houses, where Miss Snow 
offered hand lotion, and Miss Gibbons, Miss Rust, 
Miss Lyman and the others sold attractive things. 
There Esther Balderston, dressed as a colonial dame, 
presided over a pretty dressing-table where " My 
Lady's Toilette" was compressed into dainty books. 
A waiting line outside a booth at the left of the Barn 








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gently and promptly. Moreover, we will deliver pur- 
chases amounting to $5.00 or over to any town in New 
England free. All purchases, no matter how small the 
amount, delivered free to Wellesley. 

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was continually added to, for Barbara Hahn, as a 
wonderful gipsy, was telling fortunes in a small 
brightly-lighted booth. Last, but not least, was the 
shoe-blacking chair where a fine polish was put on 
all shoes. 

Altogether the fair was a splendid success, where 
both the Student Building fund and Christmas 
shoppers were benefited. Great praise is due to 
Edna Swope and her committee, and we all can feel 
proud that in the neighborhood of seven hundred 
dollars has been cleared. 



"Oh wad some power the giftie gie us 

To see ourselves as others see us!" 

A recent guest of the college criticized our care- 
lessness about windows and our borrowing habit. 

First, we are careless, not only in our use of the 
window-sills as pantries, but in leaving the shades 
up at night. From the lake, College Hall windows, 
all brightly lit up, attract attention from many 
people. From the village streets more can be seen 
going on in our rooms than we realize. This is a 
matter reflecting on our college. 

Secondly, our borrowing habit was also con- 
demned. The onlv girl on your floor who owns a 

convenience like a hammer, seldom finds it <>n her 
own shelf. Borrowing in itself is had enough, but 
delay in returning the borrowed article is inex- 
cusable. We seem unable to distinguish between 
"mine" and "thine." This is "ourselves .1- "triers 
see us." 


In a recent Free Press article, attention is called 
to the irreverent attitude of certain nu-ml 
1915 toward academic work. Are not these "cer- 
tain members" in a very small minority? and will 
not the other members feel a little hurt at Ining in- 
cluded in the general exhortation to more serious- 
ness? This is a plea for a little more sympathy, .1 
little mote consideration, in the matter of JU C g 
our sisters new 1\ come among us. Who oi us l<v>ks 
back on the first month oi college work as truly ex- 
pressive of our ideals? Did we take a truly scholarly 
interest in math, and some other things which 
not maticrs of choice, but of necessity? And 
we truly infused with the Wellesley spirit, whicl 
finds joy in doing things well, whether it be I 
or play, and in making the most of every pn 
minute? Most of us were not. It has been a thing 
of gradual growth, of assimilation, as we adapted 
ourselves to the life here, and realized the g 
spirit of earnestness that is in this college of ours. 
1915 certainly will prove true, and worthy of Alma 



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Surely some of us questioned Dr. Fitch's recent 
statement that this college is a "place of leisure." 
In as far as our work here is not strictly the world's 
work, he was right. But he was also far more 
right from our own usual point of view than we 
would conceive offhand. Here is a proposition that 
will amaze many of us. 

Let us allow a six-hour day, and then subtract 
time for sleeping, eating, walking, chapel, classes 
and class preparation (two hours for each lesson). 
Generous allowances leave us twenty-four hours 
out of a six-day week. Compute your own "free" 
time and be convinced that three hours a day is 
a fairly general estimate. The other twenty-one 
hours are mostly beyond our immediate control, 
but these three are even' day "to make or to mar." 
In the face of these facts, what account can we give 
of our leisure? M. Elizabeth Case, 191 4. 


Thursday, December 7, at 8 P.M., in College Hall 
Chapel, a lecture by Professor Chapin on 
"Attic Grave Reliefs," at the invitation of the 
Art Department. 

Saturday, December Q ; afternoon and evening, 
Phi Sigma Masque. 

Sunday, December 10, at 11 A.M., service in Hough- 
ton Memorial Chapel. Sermon by President 
John M. Thomas of Middlebury College. 
At 7 P.M., in the chapel, vespers. Special 

Monday, December 11, in the evening, Phi Sigma 
Masque. At 8.00 P.M., lecture by Arthur 
H. Pierce on "Aversions," before the Philos- 
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Thursday, December 14, at 12.30 P.M., Christmas 
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All on edge, hear the bell, 

Rush for i In stairway. 
Time for gym! In the crush 

Your way is their way. 
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To the umbrella rack! 
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Weather- -what care they.' 

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Some one has blundered! 
Yours not to stomp and sigh, 
Yours not to reason why 
Off to gym, wet or dry, 

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For one is white. anoth< 1 gn 
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Dr. Gunther Jacoby, German philosopher and 
student of aesthetics, visited Wellesley on Novem- 
ber 28 and 29. He lectured before the class in 
Course 9 of the Department of Philosophy on a 
German Pragmatist, Vaihinger, at 0.55 in the 
morning of the twenty-eight. The same afternoon 
and the following morning he lectured to the 
Faust class on Herder and Goethe, and in the 
evening of the twenty-eighth he lectured to the 
German department at large on Current Thoughl 
in Germany. 

Dr. Jacoby has just edited a book on Herder 
in Goethe's Faust, which is onrj a side issue in a 
special study he is making of Herder. He is visit- 
ing America for the purpose of studying American 
Pragmatism, an undertaking endorsed tvj the 
German Ministry of Education. 

Dr. Mary W. Calkins has been elected honorary 
member of the class of [912. 

The Sophomores burned their mathematics book- 
on Friday evening, December t. 


On Monday evening, December 11. Professor 
Arthur H. Pierce of Smith College will lecture 


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before the Philosophy Club and its guests on 
"Aversions." Dr. Pierce is well known, not onrj 
as editor of the "Psychological Bulletin," but 
as one who writes with knowledge, with good 
sense and with lucidity on topics of abnormal 

On Thursday afternoon, December 7, at 1.30, 
Professor James H. Tufts of the University of 
Chicago will lecture before Course 10 in Philoso- 
phy on "The Growing Ideal of Justice." Mem- 
bers of the Faculty, of the Philosophy Club, and 
of the Social Study Circle, so far as their appoint- 
ments permit, are invited to attend. The place 
ofc the lecture will be posted on the Philosophy 
bulletin board. 


I 'lease help us get the correct addresses of these 
former students of Wellesley! Mail sent to the last 
addresses which the college has for them is "re- 
turned unclaimed." We shall be very grateful for 
any information, no matter how fragmentary, either 
as to where they may be reached or as to who may 
be able to tell us about them. 

Address The Wellesley College Record, Welles- 
ley, Massachusetts. 

3. Abbot, Emma Southwick; 1882-3. 
17. Abbot, Rebecca Elizabeth; entered '75, 
B.A. '83. (Mrs. James F. Chase.) 
36. Adams, Annie M.; '81. 

Adams, Mabel Florence; 1895-7. 
Allen, Mary A.; 1892-3. 
Allen, Mary Waters; 1893-5. 
Ailing, Mary Rosalie; '77. 
Allison, Clara Belle; 1884-86. 
Anderson, Justina (Jessie) 







183. Aniba, Maude E.; 1900-1901. 

194- Armstrong, Elvia; 1894-95. 

207. Arvine, Marion Ross; 1889-90. 
210b. Ashley, Ruth E.; 1890-91; 189 

218. Attwood, Jennie; 1876. 



238. Ayer, Flora Hepsibah; 1889-90. 

291. Baker, Elizabeth; 1886-88. 

300. Baker, Mary Emma; 1885-86. 

304. Baker, Mary Josephine; 1901-02. 

324. Baldwin, Jane Barre; 1884-85. 

329. Baldwin, May Alice; 1894-96. 

355. Banks, Cora Alma; 1881-82. 

361. Barber, Daisy Lena; 1891-92. 

392. Barnard, Clara Gertrude; 1887-88; 1888-89. 

398. Barnes, Emily Clarence; 1887-88. 

399. Barnes, Emma Louise; 1889-90. 
403. Barnes, Jessie Lee; 1894-95. 
413. Barrett, Bessie Anne; 1891-92. 
415. Barrett, Lizzie Etta; 1883-85. 
418. Barrick, Ella; 1887-88. 

504. Bean, Annie E.; 1883-85. 

535. Beemer, Alma Genevieve; 1900-03. 

537. Behrens, Helen Eckstein; 1901-04. 

578. Bergman, Edith B.; 1900-01. 

585. Berry, Jessie W. ; 1904-05. 

590. Berst, Ruth Sampson; 1902-06. 
(Mrs. Carl E. Hine.) 

615. Bingham, Elizabeth H.; 1904-06. 

652. Blair, Millicent F. ; 1893-94. 

705. Bogart, Phoebe M.; 1898-1902. 
(Mrs. Rufus Van Voast.) 

712. Bohn, Caroline E.; 1883-84. 

717. Bond, Corella May; 1892-93. 

719. Bone, Julia Ann; 1877. (Mrs. Henry Rice.) 

721. Bonney, Emma Catherine; 1884-86. 

751. Bowen, Eva May; 1893-94. 

752. Bowen, Jane; 1895-96. 
772. Boylan, Evelyn; 1892-93. 
786. Brackett, Annie S.; 1875-76. 
860. Briscoe, Bessie; 1879. 

887. Brooks, Florence Howard, 1891-93. 

890. Brooks, Helen Augusta; 1890-91. 

909. Brown, Alice Wallace; 1883-84. 

947. Brown, Jessie Crighton; 1897-98. 
955a. Brown, Mrs. Mary Kennedy; 1890-91. 

B.A. '06. 

B.A. '02. 




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CI RRENT Tlioi GHT IN (;kk\1 W» 

i, i(i ure by Dr. Ja< obj 

i )n i lir evening ol November -'«, 1911, in College 
Hall Chapel, Di. Gunther Jacob) lectured to the 
members ol the German and Philosophy Depan 

1111 111 mi ( 1 1 r 1 « - 1 1 1 Though) in I .iTin.iir. . I h( 

nl. 1. of 1 In- led ure, in brief, was .1- follow 

"Philosophy is more susceptible than mosl <>i 
1 he "i her moral and nal ural -< ieni es to 1 he so- 
called spirit nl 1 In- age." In Germany where ii 
"is represented by single thinkers who are per- 
sonally of a very different age," when the body of 
philosophers is made up ol men, some sixty or 
seventy years old, who acquired their mental at- 
titude beteeen i860 and 1875, others only twenty 
or thirty years old, whose mental attitude is the 
very latest, there is no homogeneous movement, 
"l>ut rather a heterogeneous mixture of thoughts 
based on the spirits of very different ages." The 
purpose of the lecture is to give an "outline ol 
these thoughts as far as they const itute t he present 
( jernian philosophy." 

At the end of the nineteenth and the beginning 
of the twentieth century Kant was the leading 
power in German philosophy. "The philosophy 
of Kant then meant an alliance between a noble 
idealistic philosophy on the one hand and natural 
science and mathematics on the other," the last 
two enjoying much the same deference as was 
paid to Kant. But this devotion to Kantianism 
was a survival of the spirit of the age between 
i860 and 1880, however, and the rising generation 
has turned away from it rather nunc towards tin- 
philosophy of the German Romantics Fichte, 
Schelling and Hegel; or toward independent 

Originating with Neo-Kantianism "after the 
breakdown of Hegelism and the struggle about 
materialism," we have Positivism. The difference 
between the two lies in the fact that while "Kan- 
tianism was rather the philosophy of former theo- 
logians and philologists who wished to join natural 
science, Positivism was rather the philosophy ol 
tin.' naturalists themsehes." 

Metaphysics, however, began to slip into phi- 
losophy in the epistomological foundation ol psy- 
chology in the problem with regard to the relation 
between body and mind, and prevented the Positiv- 
ists from turning philosophy into a natural science. 
Thinkers of the latter pari of the nineteenth cen- 
tury "started with a seemingly positivistic and 
scientific attitude, but ended in a rather phantastic 
metaphysics. The confidence with which German 



wh'u I 

\\ 1 I tana hauung i..i ha< 
rule of ural 

Bef inning in 1904 or 19 5 
den ' hange I he blind admit 

' and in it - pla< e we fim 
I- ii hie. S< h tiling and Hej 

nai ural -' ieni es has given :aim» 

of metaph) -i> s. I In- n . ival in phi 

1 1 St umpf contends, 
Kantian and positivistii methods, bul mething 
essentially different, and even ••!•! 

The change is 1 Ii arh seen in the attitude <>i th»- 
leaders of the new movement, Rud > and 

Heinrich Rickert. "The great catch- 
Rudolf Eucken i- the autonomy of spiritual lift- 
oxer against it- bodil) conditions 
tends that mental activity i- not t 
a mere appendix to tin- lower biological f 
life, but inversely, the lower biological type of life 
a- an appendix to the spiritual life. 

In thus placing the higher valuation upon the 
spiritual life, he aim- a blow.n phi! unded 

on a naturalistic basis. 

The new movement ha- another champion in a 
new philosophical review call - In it 

no contribution- from scientists are public 
The name of the publication indicat 
high valuation of reason. 

sense and significance to the life of culture, the 
mere facts of which are to be investigated by the 
technical science-." J worth) 

name i> possible without belief in tl 

The new movement makes it-elf felt I 
the spirit o\ the ace. A revival of Roman! 
i- everywhere evident and Neo-F 
almost as common a term I 
ianism was twenty years .. 

There remains still, however, a 
natural sciences. Hut it i> felt that "': 
mathematics, nor natural science, nor 
w ill ever help one develop one's individual bun 
and to create out of one's self a new and highei t> pe 
of man. 

In conclusion: of the three types sophy 

now prevalent in German) \ Kantianism, 
Positivism and Neo- Romanticism, the firs 



about to die. This is due- to a desite for "an en- 
largement of mental habits" on the part of the 
modern students^ and to the more thorough in- 
vestigation of Kant's doctrine itself. The other 
two remain as leading powers. Positivism .will 
not die out readily, for it is founded on facts; but 
it will remain as a foundation of scientific and 
philosophic research and not as a philosophy itself. 
Positivism and the present-day idealistic attitude 
are related to each other as basis and goal. You 
cannot reach the goal without a basis of facts, but 
on the other hand out of the mere basis you cannot 
raise a philosophy if you do not know the goal. 
The mistake Positivism made was to have over- 
looked that the goal of philosophy is not necessa- 
rily the same goal as that of science, and hence 
that a true philosophy will be attained scarcely, 
if it is treated by methods originally used for the 
purpose of natural science." The search for a new 
method in philosophy is the main problem of the 
new movement. 


In College Hall Chapel, Monday night, Novem- 
ber 27, Mrs. Margaret Woods gave an exceedingly 
interesting and entertaining lecture on "Oxford 
University," in which she showed us the continuity 
of the university from the fourteenth century to the 
present day. She was thoroughly acquainted with 
her subject, since she has lived for many years in the 
atmosphere of the university. Her lecture consisted 
mainly of amusing anecdotes of the past and present 
( )xford life, which made it clear that the same spirit 
of fun and college loyalty animates the students 
of Oxford as the students of Wellesley or Yale. 

She told us that though Oxford of the present 
might seem to students of the past to be spoiled 
and robbed of some of the charm of its earlier days, 
it is still the same old Oxford — the students nowa- 
days are partly consciously and partly uncon- 
sciously perpetuating the ancient customs which 
originated in the thirteenth and fourteenth cen- 
I uries. 

As she showed us the pictures of Oxford streets 
and buildings, Mrs. Woods told stories about them 
which aroused the interest of all who had not 
visited that greatest of universities, and delighted 
those who had. The undergraduates of to-day, 
who, from the picture, seemed very like our own 
college boys, arc required to wear their academic 
gowns to all appointments, and on the streets after 
nine o'clock at night. These gowns, usually thrown 
in a careless fashion around the neck, remind one 
of the early days when the gowns indicated that 
the students belonged to a religious institution of 

learning. The hood, now become an ornament, was 

then used for protection from the cold. 

In the old days the students used to organize 
for the purpose of fighting among themselves and 
also with the townsmen. Even to-day, when any 
great event takes place, such as a visit of royalty 
to Oxford, hands of city men gather in the street 
to attack any undergraduates they can find. Fre- 
quently the undergraduates sally forth with just 
such an encounter in mind, no more loth to fight 
than their predecessors who established the custom. 

One of the slides represented the tower of the 
library of Merton College, which is to-day much 
as it was in the middle ages. Students of that time- 
had to study from books chained to the tables. 
Roger Bacon's works, instead of being chained, 
were nailed down so that none of the students 
should harm their souls by reading them. Some of 
the chained books are there to-day. 

There seem to ha*ve been only a few laws, and 
those lax, w r hich governed the students of the mid- 
dle ages. But there were proctors, something half- 
way between policemen and professors, whose duty 
it was to patrol the streets at night with clubs and 
make the students go to bed at nine o'clock. Drink- 
ing was a common occurrence, and even murder 
was occasionally committed. As a final punish- 
ment, students were sometimes excommunicated, 
but as they then wandered about plaguing the peo- 
ple of the countryside, excommunication was not 
in favor with the neighbors of the university. 
Presently, however, grew up the governmental 
system based on the authority of graduates over 
undergraduates, which holds to this day. 

Every year at dawn, on the first of May, the 
authoricies of Magdalen College and the boys of 
the choir gather on the top of the beautiful tower 
of the college and greet the rising of the sun with a 
song. After the song the bells peal out their salute, 
and immediately after the bells a crowd of small 
boys at the foot of the tower break into a din with 
their whistles and horns. These boys are the pres- 
ent-day representatives of the Puritans who. 
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& Boylston Place 


College Dramatic Work a Specialty 





* The College Girl 

* of To -Day 

Will Find the Most Up-to- 
date Exclusive Styles in 
Our Third Floor Annex — 
the (ireatest Department 
in New England Devoted 
to Misses' Apparel .... 

A. Shuman & Co. 

S * 

« Ladies' Gymnasium 
| Suits and Athletic 
| Apparel 

a s* r. k 

Endorsed and Used by the Leading 
Physical Educators. Made Under 
Conditions Approved by Consumers' 




Columbia Gymnasium 
Suit Co. 

301 Congress St., Boston, Mass. 


Miss Ruth Hodgkins 

Wellesley Toilet 
Parlors .'. v .'. 

Shampooing, Facial Treatment, 
Scalp Treatment, Manicuring, 
Hair Dressing, Chiropody . . . 

Taylor Block, Rooms 4-5-6 


Telephone 122-VV 

Open from 8.30, A. M. to 6, P. M. Mondays 
until 8, P. M. 


595 Washington St., Wellesley, Mass. 









Lamson & Hubbard, 

92 Bedford Street, 


At Economical Price*. 


. ■ 

Successors to H. M. Carter & Co. 

Stationers — Engravers — Printers 
7 Pemberton Square, J, u . 

A. E. Covelle & Co., 

Prescription Opticians 

(E$^~—-^C& Special attention to the filling 
^^^"^ Prescriptions 

350 Boylston Street, Boston 

Cameras and Supplies, Develop- 
ing, Printing and Enlarging. . . 

Ask to see OL'R OLD COMFORT Eve-Glass. The 
most Comfortable Eve-Glass in the «orld. 

C. M. McKechnie & Co. 




Furnished in Any Quantity 

Quality Guaranteed 

No. 10 Main St., Natick, .Mass. 

:: :: THE :: :: 

Walnut Hill School, 


A College Preparatory 
School for Girls. . . . 


Principals. . . 



Magic in the Kitchen. 

From the seven different flavors and seven colors of Jell-O not only seven kinds, 
but several hundred kinds of desserts can be made. Many of them can be made in a 

It is all very much like magic. 

Frappes, sherbets, souffles, charlottes, salads, puddings, plain Jell-O desserts, fruited 
Jell-O desserts — almost everything conceivable that is good for dessert — can be made of 

A package of Jell-O and a pint of boiling water are all 
that is needed. 

The flavors are : Strawberry, Raspberry, Lemon, Orange, 
cherry, Peach, Chocolate. 

Ten cents a package at all grocers'. 

Let us send you the superbly illustrated recipe 
book, "DESSERTS OF THE WORLD." It is free. 

LeRoy, N. Y., and Bridgeburg, Can. 

The name Jell-0 is on every package in big red letters. If it isn't there, it isn't JELL-O. 

Bailey, Banks & Biddle Co. 

Diamond Merchants, Jewelers, 
Silversmiths, Stationers 

Makers of Class and Society Emblems, Bar 
Pins and other Novelties for 



Iilurtrmtions and Prices of Class and Fraternity 
Emblems, Seals, Charms, Plaques, Medals, Souvenir 
Spoons, etc., mailed upon request. All Emblems 
are executed in the workshops on the premises, 
and are of the highest grade of finish and quality. 


Particular attention given to the de- 
signing and manufacture of Class Rings. 



Mannish Shirts 

.-. .-. IN .-. .-. 

New Smart Models 




and SILK 


$2.25 to $5.50 

C. F. HOVEY & CO. 

a<«^'*^«^*^** , *^*^<«^ , *^*^«^<#^«^ 




HE Justly Admitted Title to Su- 4 

premacy, so long held by the * 

Chickering Piano, is in evidence 4 

to-day more than ever before, for the 4 

present output of dui house is superior to 4 

any we have heretofore produced in our 4 

Eighty-eight years of continuous business. 4 



791 Fremont Street 4 






Cor. Northampton St., near Man. Are. 
Ettabliihed 1823 in Boctoo, Man. 



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E. XL Slatterv Co. 





Their assortments this season 
are larger and more complete 
than ever before and you will 
enjoy choosing from their stocks 



Opposite Boston Common 

154 anb 155 Fremont Street, ponton <£ 

Call attention to 
their showing of